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doomtree - i'm talking lyrics

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on and off and on, and on it goes, on and off and on, and on it goes, on and off and on, and on it goes…

it’s time we tie the knot around the rock as we sink, got me to stop and think “you ready to die for that link?” is that check worth the ink spelled the word emergency, in burgundy next to the dishes in your kitchen sink.

with the short breath, with a deep lung, i’m talking detroit bar, with the beat come how come he comes with the out come and the others talk the hits off, awh? can you hear that? who’s that? speak up. voices that violence opinions does not choice so choose that (shh).

shimmy through every season, silly who reverend beefin’, killing this mid-west region, spillin’ my breath and leaving, my thoughts on a page hot – talk is cheap – don’t sleep til’ the pen drop, read – till my beat stop. till my heart beat stops, and my feet stop trek on.

yeah, lay me down lay me down, down with my pride, in a greater instrumental demo tapes is proof that i tried, better not forget my – my true blood, but about my side, put my guitar in the back before we ride – before we ride.

but no one’s hearing it, lost in the gloss of a mirror again, caught up in appearances, you thought you heard the truth, my god you must be hearing sh-t, with a new suit, you knew who’s year it is, three cheers for the spiritless, still talking – but no one’s hearing it.

what about me? sail this asphalt like the black seas, pontius pirate – hide this cross in the backseat, black sheep – hand me the bad blood, laughing at sand in the bathtub, no man is an island and there ain’t no message in that bottle it’s hollow – exactly.

i’m talking. but no one’s listening. p-ssed off and whispering – stuck, distancing self from life of a lot of love that i have, from a lot of trust. either god grew a rust, lied to a bust, styled like a child who was hushed, just need a push, never been a type to shush, just brush dust and walk.

i’m talking about different times, i was a different man, five brothers, different skin colours, whatever’s the plan, “st paul kings” taggged in a murderlab taxi, hit the breaks in d.c. and we finally crashed in cali.

to a blank page, just filling in blank sp-ce, why do we depend on these relationships to fill in that blank sp-ce? i hold the weight up for ransom, i take it because you take it for granted. hold the leaves untill they’re breakin’ my branches.

i came, i saw, i played contra, you sang the song, we say the saga turned opera, the world is off-beat, my heart is right on, but the beat don’t stop me it goes back to the back beat back to the concrete watch me keep on.

yelling, screaming, demons, leaving, needing, release. so please, let these expell a piece, telling, treating, life like, greeting, needing, release. so please let these expell the peace and give me a shot of the h-ll you seek.

i’m talking right now, to the all night, my boys around. while the midnight oil burn down, and the beat aint gonna get turned down. one bottles, magazines, models and records on the ground, four minds collide, put a mic up to that sound – check it out.

on and off and on, and on it goes, on and off and on, and on it goes, on and off and on, and on it goes… on and off and on, and on it goes, on and off and on, and on it goes, on and off and on, and on it goes… on and off and on, and on it goes, on and off and on, and on it goes, on and off and on, and on it goes…

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