Busdriver - Motion Lines lyrics
[Busdriver - Motion Lines lyrics]
Stand, pause, turn, turn
Stand, pause, turn, turn
Stand, pause, turn, turn
Stand, pause, turn, turn i'm gone
After you said what you did
There ain't no way I'm coming back
Spill the wine return the gifts
I'm out of here
(Let me explain, Let me explain)
I don't want to ruin your ball-gown
Because I'm not feeling law-bound
You can probably coffee-grind by body-mind
Into a psychotropic compound
An ice age will thaw before
I'm able to play ball
Your cryptic texts aren't state law
Yet read like an algebraic scroll
But, I know you're gone
After that gut wrenching shout match
And my out of whack palm read
Got me on leave
In this outback with some lounge act
But don't crossbreed with my
Ennui it's a mousetrap
For the besmirched and weakened
I'm like a jerkhead telling you to
Twerk for the church of England
My advice stay so socratic
Don't panic if I'm looking like a dope addict
Because I'm depressed as shit
Knowing that my capricious lover
Is a migrant bird
Your absence caused quiet stirs
That progressed into a violent dirge
Of victim blaming and miscellaneous quips to
Prove that my discourse's boyish
I had my heart explained to me
I was drawn to quarters by hoarse voices
But, you forgot to listen to me when I said
I'm impossible to love and cannot
Keep an open mind so you left me where I was
Shredded in your motion lines
We never touched on it, touched on it
What we left to be in love and treated love
Like a brush with death
We never touched on it
This shit is depressing, man get over it
Slice at the knuckle where the mind bends
And I become a motherfucker fucker times ten
Crisis all look enormous when your
Body suffers a sugar shortage
I'll cook a swordfish or prep any gourmet
Platter to stimulate your gray matter
Girl, this rap shit left me worse for wear
And I ain't got that perfect hair
My love feels like a cervix tear
But, you kissed me by my desk light
Cause you're looking like my next wife
Cause you're looking like my next wife
Cause you're looking like my next wife
I'm here burning midnight oil
Soaking gravitas into cotton swabs
In return I get tight coils
Of human waste as toothpaste
Oh, I get it, I'm old news
A motherfucking brontosaurus
And to think that I invited
You to my underwater forest
A thousand fuck you’s sprung-loaded in
A balled up fist
I open my palms and my eyelids
Become two devolved pussy lips
And I deserve it
Stand, pause, turn, turn
Stand, pause, turn, turn
Stand, pause, turn, turn i'm gone
After you said what you did
There ain't no way I'm coming back
Spill the wine return the gifts
I'm out of here
(Let me explain, Let me explain)
I don't want to ruin your ball-gown
Because I'm not feeling law-bound
You can probably coffee-grind by body-mind
Into a psychotropic compound
An ice age will thaw before
I'm able to play ball
Your cryptic texts aren't state law
Yet read like an algebraic scroll
But, I know you're gone
After that gut wrenching shout match
And my out of whack palm read
Got me on leave
In this outback with some lounge act
But don't crossbreed with my
Ennui it's a mousetrap
For the besmirched and weakened
I'm like a jerkhead telling you to
Twerk for the church of England
My advice stay so socratic
Don't panic if I'm looking like a dope addict
Because I'm depressed as shit
Knowing that my capricious lover
Is a migrant bird
Your absence caused quiet stirs
That progressed into a violent dirge
Of victim blaming and miscellaneous quips to
Prove that my discourse's boyish
I had my heart explained to me
I was drawn to quarters by hoarse voices
But, you forgot to listen to me when I said
I'm impossible to love and cannot
Keep an open mind so you left me where I was
Shredded in your motion lines
We never touched on it, touched on it
What we left to be in love and treated love
Like a brush with death
We never touched on it
This shit is depressing, man get over it
Slice at the knuckle where the mind bends
And I become a motherfucker fucker times ten
Crisis all look enormous when your
Body suffers a sugar shortage
I'll cook a swordfish or prep any gourmet
Platter to stimulate your gray matter
Girl, this rap shit left me worse for wear
And I ain't got that perfect hair
My love feels like a cervix tear
But, you kissed me by my desk light
Cause you're looking like my next wife
Cause you're looking like my next wife
Cause you're looking like my next wife
I'm here burning midnight oil
Soaking gravitas into cotton swabs
In return I get tight coils
Of human waste as toothpaste
Oh, I get it, I'm old news
A motherfucking brontosaurus
And to think that I invited
You to my underwater forest
A thousand fuck you’s sprung-loaded in
A balled up fist
I open my palms and my eyelids
Become two devolved pussy lips
And I deserve it