High Society - Space Is All We Have.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Shiyas Abdul
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Shiyas Abdul/Krishna M. Sujith/Shashank Akella/Dev Ramkumar/Kashyap Jois/Yogeendra Hariprasad
[00:26.70]Consolidate the garbage bins
[00:28.20]From 9 to 5 the buses carry trash
[00:29.91]to the modern day Auschwitz
[00:31.17]Society wins, gas chambers inside
[00:32.85]choking the frontal lobe, soon depression hits
[00:35.16]Now roll that joint, puff pass
[00:37.17]Before the flames applause the smoke: blowback
[00:39.75]Don't hold back emotions, big ball sack wants to bust b*****s in a Cadillac
[00:43.92]In my four fours I go Rat-a-tat (Rattata)
[00:45.51]Flamboyant masochist, need a lover to cuddle with
[00:47.97]When I go invisible: I'm a cuttle fish, b***r subtle like fishing for compliments
[00:52.08]Frankenstein wielding his wiener as a weapon
[00:54.21]covered in guilt, god covenant
[00:55.77]c*****e, Xanax, Percocet, doctor do you have anything?
[00:59.16]Somebody just give me my ****ing medicine
[01:02.19]Chorus
[01:02.19]The aftermath of being consumed in solitude
[01:09.72]High society, say hello to all of my moods.
[01:18.72]Hello High society, I'm new here
[01:20.49]****ed in the head since I was a ten years old degenerate
[01:22.59]A renegade who penetrates rabbit holes that he finds, after snortin’ a line (What?)
[01:26.16]then gets stuck in his mind
[01:27.24]Listen, I'm a nobody just passing by
[01:29.28]So don't pass advice, cash would be nice
[01:31.59]Need clarity for these passive eyes: plastic body, fake hustle, trashy lives
[01:35.91]Don’t fly too close to the sun Icarus
[01:38.16]How common is common sense for the common man who aims for the Arcturus,
[01:41.61]trapped in an octopus, surfin’ the sea with a pocketbook
[01:43.68]Rendezvous at Kathmandu
[01:44.88]Half man, half a wacky dude having a Barbeque
[01:47.22]night in Malibu…..
[01:47.94]……Wait who am I talking to? Am I going crazy?
[01:51.48]Doctor, I think I need a lobotomy too
[01:53.67]Chorus
[01:53.67]The aftermath of being consumed in solitude
[02:02.10]High society, say hello to all of my moods.
[02:10.59]Hallucinating even when I'm sober too
[02:19.62]Think I'm losing who I am, trying not to
[02:24.21]Bridge
[02:28.59]Stand your ground
[02:37.11]Hands by your side
[02:46.80]I've seen it all
[02:48.84]Collapse and fall
[02:51.42]again and again and again
[02:55.26]Head up above the clouds
[02:59.70]No room for conversations
[03:03.48]Building sandcastles when the waves come crashing at you x 4

文本歌词

作词 : Shiyas Abdul
作曲 : Shiyas Abdul/Krishna M. Sujith/Shashank Akella/Dev Ramkumar/Kashyap Jois/Yogeendra Hariprasad
Consolidate the garbage bins
From 9 to 5 the buses carry trash
to the modern day Auschwitz
Society wins, gas chambers inside
choking the frontal lobe, soon depression hits
Now roll that joint, puff pass
Before the flames applause the smoke: blowback
Don't hold back emotions, big ball sack wants to bust b*****s in a Cadillac
In my four fours I go Rat-a-tat (Rattata)
Flamboyant masochist, need a lover to cuddle with
When I go invisible: I'm a cuttle fish, b***r subtle like fishing for compliments
Frankenstein wielding his wiener as a weapon
covered in guilt, god covenant
c*****e, Xanax, Percocet, doctor do you have anything?
Somebody just give me my ****ing medicine
Chorus
The aftermath of being consumed in solitude
High society, say hello to all of my moods.
Hello High society, I'm new here
****ed in the head since I was a ten years old degenerate
A renegade who penetrates rabbit holes that he finds, after snortin’ a line (What?)
then gets stuck in his mind
Listen, I'm a nobody just passing by
So don't pass advice, cash would be nice
Need clarity for these passive eyes: plastic body, fake hustle, trashy lives
Don’t fly too close to the sun Icarus
How common is common sense for the common man who aims for the Arcturus,
trapped in an octopus, surfin’ the sea with a pocketbook
Rendezvous at Kathmandu
Half man, half a wacky dude having a Barbeque
night in Malibu…..
……Wait who am I talking to? Am I going crazy?
Doctor, I think I need a lobotomy too
Chorus
The aftermath of being consumed in solitude
High society, say hello to all of my moods.
Hallucinating even when I'm sober too
Think I'm losing who I am, trying not to
Bridge
Stand your ground
Hands by your side
I've seen it all
Collapse and fall
again and again and again
Head up above the clouds
No room for conversations
Building sandcastles when the waves come crashing at you x 4