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celestaphone - social climate of a robo life lyrics

[verse 1]
dose of both some wine and a clozapine shown with no sell
they wrote the show so my lines were: ”read quotes from slow snails”
a silence in the night, in hindsight
mind your business like american minister reverend ike
electropop producers afraid to do with the use of acoustics
felt the heart stop to restriction inducing music
and i don’t care what you have to say
baby, i don’t care what you have to say

(ayo)
you’re sure gonna listen with the mic in my hand, man
this is a given with the mightiest plan
tiniest jam can lead to the biggest of problems
this is a homage to deeds causing diminishing wallets
and you’ve learned to expect a fixer upper
concerned but respect this wicked sucker
the social climate of a robo life
the social climate of a robo life

[chorus]
(hit the binary)
a trifecta, time lecture
they meet us they greet us they freed us

a trifecta, time lecture
they meet us they greet us they freed us

[verse 2]
then they took us for money
tuchus for honey while we’re runny nosing
dummy hoping they file us, under something growing
on going life pile, go on with your lifestyle
right now, pipe down, cyborg with a tight round
subtle, one thousand gigabytes of snuffle
programmed sound every minute snow is being shoveled
they’re training on inner thoughts
pain of a rent+a+cop in pig scented lots
they’re sending their menace thoughts

and i’m tryna get out of the city without them catching me
not a casualty, looking casually
scr+ppily, kicking aluminum ass
two minute thrash then i threw him with trash
tune of a clash, metallic street orchestra
steel sheet torturer, they eat corpora
‘course i would, beat a robot he’s just hardware
gimme those parts, i use them as an armchair
we knee+deep seeping in evil, verses are lethal
top+dress, crop+dust, versus a weevil
meal, ready+to+eat, like in service
leave you blocked up, locked shut, steady and nervous
waste of sp+ce poon, meteors and art met
couch made of moon, selenian armrest
did that junkyard just bite me? just maybe
why would it try that? must be crazy

[outro]
must be crazy
(must be crazy, huh)
yo yo hold up, is this dude even rapping words anymore?
what the f+ck is this sh+t?
(robots got him man, robots)

- celestaphone lyrics

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