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sren - aliens lyrics

[intro: coast to coast am, september 11th, 1997]
man: h-llo, art?
art bell: yes
man: hi… i don’t have a whole lot of time, um
art bell: well, look, let’s begin by finding out whether you’re using this line properly or not. yeah, that’s right. where you there an employee or are you now?
man: i am a former employee. i was let go on a medical discharge about a week ago, and…and… i kinda been running across the country, um, man… i don’t know where to start. they’re… they’re gonna… they’ll triangulate on this position really, really soon
art bell: so you can’t spend a lot of time on the phone, so give us something quick!
man: ok, um. ok, what we’re thinking of as aliens, art. they’re… they’re extra-dimensional beings that an earlier precursor of the sp-ce program made contact with. uh, they are not what they claim to be… uh, they have infiltrated a lot of aspects of the military establishment, particularly the area 51. uh… the disasters that are coming, the military… i am sorry… the government knows about them… and there’s a lot of safe areas in this world that they could begin moving the population to… now, art
art bell: but they are not doing- they are not doing anything?
man: they are not! they want those major population centers… wipe out. so that the few that are left will be more easily controllable
-transmission lost as the man cries on the phone-

[verse1]
i’m on a field, observing the aliens
you can tell i do this by p-ssion
mom is smoking chesterfield’s but i’m focused on aliens
« i want to believe » on my shirt, i’m deep in the fashion
working 24/7 as i wait to cash in
while all my friends are at parties, on acid
sh-t, aliens caught me, i gave up on caution
will i be a hostage dropping informations on my nation ?
i need a fine girl hanging with me when i roll in
my ’64, pinky lights along the roads
crush the zombies on the way, you can tell i bowl
forgot about the codes, i got nodes in my mind
problems to these solutions, this what i was tryna find
mona lisa cut the smile right after the picture
i ain’t stopping until kids got their cards signed
hip hop juice everyday, put gold in the mixer
i could write weed songs like i roll this
i could write love songs and they’ll call me rhodes
but sh-t’s been brokenhearted, sure you know this
i mean openhearted, hope you noticed
’cause i got lost for words, shout out my ex girl
that threw me, and i couldn’t say a d-mn word
thinking she was a pearl when i lost it
in the ocean, tryna find it back, i’ve been caught in a swirl
stranger- stranger things, stranger- stranger things, gimmicks
welcome in my dimension, brand new wave of physics
i ain’t talking alone, i’m living with these spirits
saying time is money, i ain’t got a minute
homie we’ll make it, make it
i have to stay serious, i ain’t here to fake it
i ain’t a vacant, i ain’t on vacation
i want my music to be left on rotation
i keep a rose under a gl-ss, gl-ss over a rose
so it gives life to my blueprints, rapping what i wrote
cloudy nights and these people in the metro
listening to this instrumental making their heart going retro
it goes 404 ’cause i couldn’t find myself
in these 24 hours i spent worrying ’bout your shelf
while i didn’t provide mine, waiting on no sign
skies, hiphoproscope, between stars, write my lines
sh-t, see the world through a bulb, giving me ideas
leave the pieces on the floor so i can be me
i’m like an old woman living life in north korea
hidden behind hard borders, don’t talk to me
but tell me what happiness is
in a fight against myself, i know what craziness is
tell me what happiness is
and things happening fast, breathe the dust of the catalysis
next to the world, having feelings like i’m f-cked up
i feel you st–z, 47, thumps up
i wanna die to live, what a contradiction
like a cold heat, let’s call it science-fiction
science-fiction, call it science-fiction
when it’s a cold heat, you call it science-fiction
everything is a contradiction
we call it, call it, uh
what’s the f-cking problem, what’s the f-cking planet ?
get out of the sp-ceship just so i can solve ’em
earthquake when i land down, remember me harlem
what’s the f-cking problem, what’s your f-cking problem?
mom said i believe everything i’m seeing on the internet
but she does the same with tv and the medias
see i’m tryna find stuff for me that sounds relevant
i’m elevating, elevated mind is a real part of ya
follow the ravens in the race to war
that’s war against the elements, i be intervening
and i been contemplating all the stars that we can’t see
even if we can’t see them, we know where they be
i left the field, running away from the aliens
you can tell that’s my only option
mom still smoking chesterfield and i’m running from aliens
i know i believe in my mind, it was f-cking awesome
sh-t, it was f-cking awesome
my tree’s getting his blossoms
tryna survive from boredom
avoid the bottom’s bottom
what if i was alone inside these painted walls
what if i was crazy and there’s n0body in the halls
if everybody’s watching, if these people are scripted
then i hope they hating this show and n0body’s addicted
it can be tough when you fell
self-stating your mind and realizing you living h-ll
mdd and night terrors in my bed
i got ocd’s when i say that i’m doing well
well, they say perfection ain’t real but not how to deal
when you a perfectionist looking for the roundest wheel
when they say that it’s good, but not to your eyes
and as you tryna make it, all you feel is time flies
keep your time before you catch me flying
tell the truth before you catch them lying
post-it up before you know they spying
keep it real until the night you dying

- sren lyrics

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