P.O.S., Manchita, Open Mike Eagle - Infinite Scroll lyrics

Awestricken, my brow furled up
My lip is curled all distant
Need a referral for a different world
Audacious my instinct is to go
And get small places
Fuck your lease, I don’t owe you shit
Outlandish, I get low and I hover there
Not branded
Cause if they could they'd discover air
Rain Walrus, under a pelt like a brother bear
Stone Fragments trapped in
Air tight tupperware
Who’s missing? The headcount says minus 1
Dude, listen: Priest
My mouth is a zion's gun
Intrepid, below ice like the submarine
Been sectioned
Looking at old tight drum machines
Mixed potions, Hoping to grow like Thumbelin'
Your shit's broken
So watch me roll like tumbleweed
Old patterns breaking, interrupt duplicates
No data: blank, your concept's toothless
It's done

I am a dead man walking
Them streets ain't talking, man
They busy talking on they phones
Favoriting they problems
Liking all they causes
Can't help feelin' alone
I'm tryna live it while I can
Feeling every feeling
Every feeling I can stand
Unplugged, unstuck instead of
Unwound and undone (Head down, thumbs up)
Instead of lost in the infinite

Woke up flat broke in a back seat
Low ball recalling til I
Choke down the caffeine
Throbbing in my back when I feel
The earth beneath my feet
Life’s no beach, it’s a rabid dog in heat
And I’m not your hostage
I’m hot potato hash you out later not now
I’m way too gone for the page you’re on
In fact I burned the whole book like
My next high depended on it
Batting fat lashes at the casting, ranting
"Save the fucking dolphins, you guys, "
While I mash a tuna sandwich
Fables never sounded so rounded and pounding
Never wound down, never found out
Who’s counting, who’s down with us
Should be obvious not a network mess
I guess that’s why my cuticles uplift
In upset for the present unkept
Tenderness of my fleshiness
Dead with the swelling of
This particular winter’s discontent

I am a dead man walking
Them streets ain't talking, man
They busy talking on they phones
Favoring all my problems
Liking all my causes
Can't help feelin' alone
I'm tryna live it while I can
Feeling every feeling
Every feeling I can stand
Unplugged, unstuck instead of
Unwound and undone (Head down, thumbs up)
Instead of lost in the infinite

Huh? Compare myself to who?
Skitching on this mother ship
Rock with a champion crew
Fit in with this other shit
I don't even know what they do
I ain't tryna learn
It's servant shit I never knew
I'm a professional profession skipper
Never been a job I didn't quit to
Hit a stage and rip it
Get it in, Get into it
Better with this, off the map
I'm ten and two-ing
Keep it moving constantly
Keep that foolish off of me
Possibilities are literally limitless
But that screen is inches from your vision
Man that scenery is written text
Tryna knowledge up this girl
Who's talking on her phone though
Typing hella awkward
Bout some other chick she don't know
Hate the hand dealt
Self help through selfie therapy
Play the feels felt with your digital self
Aimlessly
Only dramatic people utter "no drama"
Butter-nutting that beef they only seem
To keep a pound of right? Fuck