Eyedea - Feeling Sprayed lyrics

[Kristoff Krane] Threshold really low, below below [Eyedea] But a little… old, if you look at me when everything's good.. [Kristoff Krane] Well yeah, why would I even look at this little thing; this thermometer that goes up and down? I mean if that what… What - What if it, no temperature; that's all it is Numb my skin. Help me say that I've got skin on… [Verse 1a : Eyedea] Different places; frequencies Different places; stepladders Different faces Understanding to keep the right paces - it's quite basic if you actually face it Maintain it - And entertain the thought of being positive and and live for what we fought for - And fight for what we live for [Verse 1b : Eyedea] Well whatever I can do whatever I've pulled so many levers my circuits ain't all put together I wish they were But I can't take another moment of bliss because if this occurs I'll feel the wind on my lips and then burn I'll feel a lot worse I'll feel like my next bed is gonna be a hearse My x-head treats me worse It's on a string - it brings away the singing birds [Verse 2 : Mazta I] Up on my string I do my thing on the mic' just like a puppet - Somebody controlling my softness; I just say “f** it” On the stage, with Eyedea, Carnage, and my man Krane - If you don't, know this sh**, then you don't, know the aim Accurate, immaculate Ayo, check this word, word, word, word, word Actions to ‘em, like verbs - Dig them herbs Ooh, I've got the urge, but not disperged Represent my most definite Your whack emcees get what they deserved Here we go one time for the stereo And a beer with the miracle Know how we go get in with the volume when we come get loud with the spiritual Ah, yeah; here we go, we're you at? Make some noise Take me literal, or lyrical Mic' ready for our boys Well I am, still I am - Man on the mic', with my man; Chris; represent Like we're doing this thing with a mic' and a hand What you gon' do? Is he gon' flow? Yo; let the people know Hide your elections to, show How are we gon' trap this seed and flow [Kristoff Krane] Feel so empty, so empty But I'm fooling myself as the honesty replied when I see ‘em on the shelf The elves and Santa Claus, must have misplaced the presents Why am I standing there when my faces ain't even exited? [Verse 2 : Mazta I] You know I might as well slaughter all the elves in the North Pole Then give Mrs. Santa Claus a little of my soul sh** - trying to jack him for gifts sinking with ‘em at the boat No, we ain't never had sh**, so yo I've got more I mean turn them to ashes; skating past this Plus; treat him like already how he's in my mind - he don't exist [Eyedea] Hope every stays… [Kristoff Krane] They love eachover [Eyedea] Ah whatever I was just on some bullsh** (Would've helped if you'd shut up.) I'll tell you what - it all feels profound