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connor price - channel surfing with god lyrics

what do you want?

who said that?

it’s me

who?

god. well, i guess you could call me whatever you’d like, i seem to have many names

well wait a sec, am i dead?

yes

okay, and, what++ what is this place?

i like to call this the in+between

oh, the in+between

that’s right. before you freak out, im just going to take a little look at your life

what do you mean?

ill decide where to take you from there
woah, woah, woah, wait i++

shhh! the movie is about to start!

what? what movie?

+switching between channels+

huh, alright
so let me take you back to 94
the spеcial day where i was born
im pretty surе the time was 9:15
and not a sec before
i kid you not, it’s comical
because just like the time that i was birthed
i met the earth with open arms
that’s quite ironic, huh?

i breathe music like harmonicas
i see through this stupid s+++ these losers do
cuz honestly it’s not my problem
i’m bou+++

+switching between channels+

huh, yo listen
[?]
me? im never at a loss for speech
because i make change when i hop on beats
here’s my two cents, talk is cheap
take it at face value, it’s tongue and cheek
and my [?]
cold breeze like a twister and a mystical wizard
who sips elixer and spits out pictures
[?]

kinda wanna toot my h+rn
swerving in my lane and you’ve been warned
[?]
playing leap+frog with a unicorn
im not complaining that your music’s boring
im not the same i’m a+++

+switching between channels+

drunk and sloppy, popping quarters in this payphone
tryna figure out my way home
i’ve spent the last few hours staring at my papa’s gravestone
the pain grows
rain rolling down my raincoat
and now i drink just like my pops to see what he felt
before his heart stopped
when he forgot to wear a seatbelt
i wonder if he even screamed help
before his tires screeched
and hit the tree
that left him bleeding
lying in the streets
helpless
and now i feel helpless
cuz i+++
+switching between channels+

alright
i guess it’s safe to say im used to binging
i brush my t++th with goose
and gargle gin and juice to rinse it
im used to using used syringes to reduce the cringing
i bet i’ll nail your wooden cross to prove your crucifixion
wait, run that back
did you hear that right?
i bet i’ll nail your wooden cross to prove your crucifixion
[?]
[?]occupying my mind again
[?]giant pint of heineken
slowing down, shouldn’t have had that ninth fight [?]
quick, do a little bit of cocaine
sniff till you’re sick and your nose bleeds
stick it in your wrist, yeah [?]
[?] know pain
[?????????????????????????????]

+switching between channels+

steering wheel grip [?]
[?] like a hunter’s rifle
wondering if giving up on life’s enough to die for
suicidal [?] around the bible
[?]’s faith, new day, same s+++, mood swings, grazed wrists
[?]
make me sick in my stomach, to live in this place
too many problems
no wonder my dad would drink them away
so, imma do the same, and submit to my fate
i can already see his face, when i get to the gates
same face that he wore
when he met me back in 94
now it’s 9:15 in the morning
put my foot on the gas
and head straight into that tree in the corner
of the cemetery, right next to my poppa’s grave
accept death with open arms and not a minute to save
s+++

huh

so you tried to take your own life

yep. already regret it

and why is that?

you know the last thing that my dad said to me, he said, you know, you gotta look after mom. i mean, it was my duty. it’s still my duty, and to k!ll myself, that++ that was the most selfish thing i could have done

and what would you do with a second chance?

huh. a second chance, i would do anything, i would do everything i can, i+ i+ i’d want to make my dad proud

alright. i believe you

where are you going?

i’ll see you later

wait!

hey, hey, calm down, can you hear me?

yeah

that’s good. take deep breaths. get the boy’s mom, he’s awake! woah. you are one lucky kid. you must have someone who really likes you up there

yeah

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