Bun B - Captive Of The Sun lyrics

My misophonia brought the faders up Now she's a military grade In Dolby Surround, around 5.1 Cue the barking from the baritone Conductor in the pit for the car honk duet Half-tone harmony from the sewer Rebel youth choir belt phrases even newer Dump truck man drops the beat with trash cans Call 911! We got therapy demands Philharmonic got a first chair car crash Pan the falsetto to smash the gla** It's a drive-by lullaby that couldn't get worse A melody abandoned in the key of New York Where nothing comes after I'm a pa**time streamer Hanging from the rafters I don't get out I don't have fun Living like a captive of the sun Sight read the chart Clap the rocks into sand A 12-pa** van on a pot-hole band stand Got an oil can hangover by default And trucks pave the roads with amphetamine salt Skull shaking cadence of the J train rolls The rhythm of defeat, repeating like a pulse Marching on and static, lyrics shout a retort To the melody abandoned in the key of New York Where nothing comes after I'm a pa**time streamer Hanging from the rafters I don't get out I don't have fun Living like a captive of the sun