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Qwel - Underachiever lyrics
* send corrections to the typist [Verse 1] The space it takes to time travel ain't worth the effort Mic saddle mastadons to find Babylon the network As clear as it seems hi-fi makes it perfect This pyramid scheme with the eye at the vertex Serpents smell with your tongues and wait for blackouts Yo, for sure sex sells check wealth at the crack house Appachis don't stop, but the candle burns at both ends while most men just channel surf It's gonna take more then folded hands to part the skies So lets drown from the ground up Imperfection starts with I am god and god's not hard rock or worthy slaves Surfer make the paper sleep late, pray for early graves I hope we catch ebola, just what man deserves Built god with satellites, but couldn't handle earth It'll flood 'till the blood spills, but you still wouldn't believe it No control, alt, delete it I'm on my way to be it The time it takes to space travel ain't worth the distance If I could reach the remote from here then I convert the mission Worse then vision splitting headaches What man's set on looking? These books are too heavy, plus the antenna's crooked The batteries are drained, I think I'll wait it out But way the pounds of apathy, I think I hate this couch We can slouch into a fetus, all we need is television With long spoons to feed us sex and exorcism Internet access to find our souls E-mail me dogs, cynical smiles and barcodes Homes are only shelters, only shelves of a man Remote is where the heart is, the heart is gettin' bent Yo, we can start right now, here in Chi-town I'll die if you have to, you know I'm down With an automatic bag of chips, the honeybun's out What channels the revolution on? the motherfucking couch [Verse 2] Cameras for the crips, like gifts for the thieves When he's only fifteen and got a tip from his seeds So whats kid gonna read, when clips is magazines? When god drowns we;re surrounded by fags and fiends Rapping teen actors on the magic screen Lies for halftime, why's he laughin' at me? Let the smoke flow out through his platic speech Patching dream jobs for slaves, saving half the fee Hack the feet off, at the khaki cuff Need batteries for windows, 'cause reality sucks Half to give up something right? The library's sold, meet us on the ones and twos in binary code Hypnotize my mind, is it time to explode? Is my spine a remote, or am I in control? As I portray this wisdom image actor see But why's this plastic thing, pointed back at me Pointed back at me (pointed back at me) |
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