School of thought - Highburnation lyrics

[Hook: School of Thought] On Tap like that in the frozen wasteland of the 412 [Verse 1: Young Toro] Hibernation this sedative sets in nicely I'm Plottin parts and sparkin sh** my thoughts become shistey Back out and the public is so putrid They need to lighten up or just listen to better music I'm a mutant I get it I get it I'm a banter spittin dancer hittin cancer sticks with lantern wicks Them cowboy k**ers be my sh** I spit these bars right from my wits My dome produce the flow that go cold as vanilla cones [Hook: School of Thought] On Tap like that in the frozen wasteland of the 412 We On Tap [Verse 2: School of Thought] Highburnation My physce becomes frightening Agora friction Lost a Bic so I'm lighting up with lightning Back out in the public is so kitschy They need to lighten up Or quit wishing for better wishes I'm a savage I get it... I get it I'm camel ditchin' pack of feral Hitchin' up solicitous rhythms With my old ways of complicit cynics Deliberate the phalanx to fit pantomimes Wit visions of the visceral And these flows as cold as vanilla cones Iann3lli, School of Thought, Tully/Fisher on the track On Tap [Hook: School of Thought] On Tap like that in the frozen wasteland of the 412