Sage Francis - Ground Control lyrics

Sad sad monster Turn those horns up Burn the back roads Find your way out Troubled love life Give the gift of Yourself To the dark. Ground control to lost soul Ground control to lost soul If you copy Come in lost soul Come in lost soul We lost contact, Abort Mission We lost contact Don't these dead streets back you into bad corners Curbs crumble once you park yeah I saw them (sit down) Parking meters overdue, violation goes unnoticed Out of all of those who try to travel off road you come the closest I grant you this toast (this toast) for all of those who showed promise and never made one that broke I salute you I never meant to lose you but I know this road don't go where it used to I got a map that looks a lot like your veiny arms It ain't to scale but the details the names of the songs And this one is called Careful Fight Blues A manipulative twist I think that Manson might have used (ooh) But poor musicians come a dime a dozen And you're the egg man a flash in the pan and your yolk is running Who broke that hard outer covering Some chick in your mix you couldn't level with Headless horsemen come the suffering Go the direction Following air currents but it was my drift you're supposed to be catching Fishnets collect dust in stagnant water Haven't heard back from you since the gag order p**ycat got your tongue? Pick it up up up up up up up (end communication) Ground control to lost soul Ground control to lost soul If you copy Come in lost soul Come in lost soul We lost contact, Abort Mission We lost contact Bad, bad actor. Flip that script now. Come on! You co*k. Bust my sh**! Woaaah! You You're a lint ball who moves on the whim of the wind Confused flexible movement for freedom (That ain't free) If the walls you keep bouncing off of keep closing in There's only so much time before your rhythm gets broken I can hear it speeding up before we lost signal It caused a ripple effect Rings on the radar would intersect Now your fingers are off limits I can't hold your hand longer than your attention span The two way street we're supposed to meet on It's a one-way dead end You're some of my best friends press send. Where are the doughnuts you've been lost inside Tow trucks you've been forced to ride Holdups at the border line Customs will confiscate costumes, eat my dust We get exhausted force-fed by car fumes I can't afford the duty tax so expensive Come off your head trip and visit where your old friends live You're sensitive like the time (critical) You swore to God on a lie and didn't die (you're invincible) Kiss the pavement Make love while cars spin Be careful when the unsafe s**-parade comes a-marchin' They've got full body condoms to carry you off in I wish I told you that while we were still talking Ground control to lost soul Ground control to lost soul If you copy Come in lost soul Come in lost soul We lost contact, Abort Mission We lost contact [Live performance sample] I'm a motherf**ing Bill O'Reilly of this hip hop sh**! I want you to give it up for my DJ No Spin Zone!