Brulé - Exile lyrics

Chee, chee ha chee ha Downtown downtown Uh Downtown downtown [Sienne] Spit space-bound, cloud 9 Calling back to satellite, pa**ed down on landline (Hello?) rehearsed on hare's brain, dispatched on rehash Can't recall the last time, I had time, a damn climb Rendered the mans mind daft, fine This ma** had shifted, vast and unhinged But my pa**ion had washed up somewhere in Kansas Repeat this beat for weeks, when they eat the feast We set sail for east I found peace in the strangest places I've got thirties favorites in like eighty cases And wavy taste bruh check my 40 acres The name is spacious And the world's as big as the beholder makes it So I made mine bigger than the cosmic faces I have put my hat down in cosmic places And I wrote VOR down before the wind erased it (VORTEXED) [Koga] Filling up these intervals at minimal Fixing up these chemicals I get up in the feminine sip it then we get up in The sights of the scenery feel like a dream to me Raise up these frequencies Sounds be a portal for you Take an exile, realize deception lies all around I be underground like some roots Truth in uncharted My groove and a throttle Cruise till tomorrow, my book I'm the author Swallowed the rules now vomit up all these laws That we living in is puke So sickening, start a mutiny We don't need your authorities Though anomalies give society lobotomies So you probably don't see what is bothering me Walk the streets can't help but feel beneath these beings energies weave till I'm free Minds off the leash, kapeesh? Dropping synonyms (like) smooth cinnamon in your inner ear Hit the censored lenses cause it ain't meant for limbo state Thats where the robots stay They might never wonder who programmed and dumbed em Give slap, they ain't ducking it Democrats and Republicans be the two fangs On the face of the same snake No way safe they can't save Sway sway sway [Sienne] For sake's sake! Don't make haste Don't waste space, own no aches Road closed, another scaffold another old face Ugh Sitting in the centre of a sprawl Sipping, and spinning Shooting the sh** in a room full of millennials The walls are made of women and floors have tentacles I bought a bag of skittles and a drink at the interval I emptied out the bag in the middle of the cinema The smiles turned to wax And the ire turned to minerals But theres a code written at the centerfold I pick apart the letterhead And bleed across the letter O Read the word's “the king is dead” And hand it to a tentacle! The words are pouring out of my head The air solidifies the chemicals! I stumble up the stairs of the cinema I feel like Sisyphus I'm searching for the way out When I turn around and the.. [Koga] Samurai swings with the sharpness Like the edge and I walk these Thoughts eminent to these instruments Tryna put some sense into these Airwaves but they careless haywire Jaded sights and blurry vision Remember Marcus Garvey we always marching safaris No lying a lion like Symba no Kimba The king of my essence is stretch like elastic Soul master my akashic records Headed forward Observe new chapters Coming like a rapture I capture The new lights in these times Unwind my mind