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letra de skannerz - elison 404

[intro]
(i’m sorry that you can’t afford that)
(gotta get, get on- get on-)
(gotta get, get off- get off-)
(gotta get, gotta get- go)

[verse 1: eliot]
walking out, i tread lightly
face scanners up on the high street
don’t want that, so i take side street
hope that n0body finds and fines me
pay no mind? not likely
came with aggro like “crikey, you off the charlie?”
i think that he might be, my fault? hardly
better play your part, we decide the charge, don’t start, please
my eyesight is grids and lines
i run the numbers and they don’t look right
we crunch the numbers, snuff out the light
i made the call from greenwich mean time
wasn’t sure if wrong or right, did it regardless
my money, my time, it won’t affect me
i’ll survive, no reason or rhyme
did it regardless, my money, my time
settle down, split up, cover more ground
chips down, time to talk is now
this town sinking soon, we’re gonna drown
once we were close but now i’m not around
walked around town when it all went down
shakedown, loud bearing walls get breakdown
and i’m living life like a stakeout

[chorus: eliot]
yeah, i wait until the day’s out
see a light on the lake so i wade out
turn around and face doubt
desire path, not the paved route
yeah, i wait until the day’s out
see a light on the lake so i wade out
turn around and face doubt
desire path, not the paved route

[interlude]
(how do you feel?)
(i feel, i feel like i’m out of breath, i feel like-)
(gotta get, get on- get on-)
(like i just had an experience)
(gotta get, get off- get off-)
(gotta get, gotta get- go)
(even in a quiet, suburban side street, there’s a weird element of danger)

[verse 2: sonny]
(yeah)
starts off not too deep, becomes routine
then you get rubbed out, what, who, me?
then you get found washed up on the beach
or locked in a boot on the m23
there must be a fee, what’s the cost?
life ain’t free, i’m connecting the dots
we share secrets, keep on job
got different medicines, separate pots
still got skeletons in my loft
not getting rid of them, taught me lots
and i ain’t get a wink, but i’m walking it off
stood at the sink and i’m talking to god
paid for the pleasure, i’ll savor the taste
stop with the middleman, cut to the chase, i’m
yeah, thinking the path got a little too turny
better than it ending up a little too straight
pushing the panic b-tton a little too early
better than pushing on it a little too late
approaching the corner, touching the brake
back in the pocket, i might let time break
severed my ties, never felt my place
and i fell from grace, i forgot my faith, yeah
l!cking my plate, ain’t leaving a trace
paid for the pleasure, i’ll savor the taste
l!cking my plate, ain’t leaving a trace
i paid for the pleasure and i’ll savor the taste, yeah
seeing pink elephants like dumbo
mixing it up like gumbo
slurring my words like i’ve got sunstroke, um
yeah, came unstuck like umbro, is this permanent?
peered at the unknown a little too long
when i should’ve just run home, wait, yeah
pink elephants like dumbo
mixing it up like gumbo
slurring my words like sunstroke
came unstuck like umbro

[chorus: eliot]
wait until the day’s out
see a light on the lake so i wade out
turn around and face doubt
desire path, not the paved route
yeah, i wait until the day’s out
see a light on the lake so i wade out
turn around and face doubt
desire path, not the paved route

[outro]
(with what’s happening in the world today, in this time of accelerated awakening and change, wouldn’t many people welcome the intervention of the archangels? would you be prepared to take that leap?)

- elison 404

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