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johnny tra$h - super soul lyrics

looks like jimmy done cracked his corn and shucked another row
yeah, i’m peeling out on a mission
comin’ out of the kitchen
with the moon on the rise
feelin’ like another vision got me itching
take it uptown
(straight up to the ceiling)
bring it back down
(i don’t want no opposition)
pull a jesus & a kenny rogers:
flippin tables outta place ’cause i ain’t got any aces
biting on my tongue, speaking no hatred
crawled out the hole, can i reciprocate it?
i done trudged through ice and snow
soaking from my head to my toes
out of the mouth of the holler and into the hole
drowning in debt and dry as a bone
i’ll never forget when they captured the tower
and told me “surrender the throne”
(how about a little fire, scarecrow?)
unroll the blueprint
see the truth inside, so plain to see:
(soul)
gotta keep moving
if you wanna keep up with somebody like me
(soul)
when you notice more than words
rhythm sewed with chords and prose
(soul)
tape and vinyl echoed soul
survive the ebb and flow

i was feeling like a christopher walken textbook definition of a crash test dummy
elevators out of order, press record
and then i waded in the shallow while the deluge cometh
drivin’ like h+ll ’til the wheels fell off
on time for a plate of cold supper
found the bottom of the well too wet
so i moved a couple mountains and i climbed over
dig that ditch just a little bit deeper
six foot wide don’t bother me either
you don’t know about sacrifice
drawing hard lines ‘tween black & white
obsessive over sp+ce & time
saints of valor: cut the vine
unroll the blueprint
see the truth inside, so plain to see:
(soul)
gotta keep moving
if you wanna keep up with somebody like me
(soul)
when you notice more than words
rhythm sewed with chords and prose
(soul)
tape and vinyl echoed soul
survive the ebb and flow

swallowed pride from broken spoons
favorite sons with bombs on brooms
bound and tied then stoned by judgments
mothers rich on a sailor’s budget
daddy speaks but won’t be tender
when will self let down its censors?
hidden in plain sight but rendered
weightless, yet seen stranger wonders
overloaded, sinclair’s “jungle”
parachute today in sorrow
double luck will come tomorrow

unroll the blueprint
see the truth inside, so plain to see:
(soul)
gotta keep moving
if you wanna keep up with somebody like me
(soul)
when you notice more than words
rhythm sewed with chords and prose
(soul)
tape and vinyl echoed soul
survive the ebb and flow
[siri:]
“the market presses people closer to the bone than others;
but it drives everyone; because it is another system for determining the price of things. among them, time.”

- johnny trah lyrics

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