Sage Francis - Ground Control lyrics

Sad Sad Monster turn those horns up
Burn the back roads find your way out
Troubled love life give the gift of yourself
To the dark

Ground control to lost soul
Ground control to lost soul if you copy
Come in lost soul come in lost soul
We lost contact abort Mission
We lost contact

Don't these dead streets back
You into bad corners?
Curbs crumble once you park your ass on em
Parking meters overdue violation
Goes unnoticed
Out of all of those who tried to
Travel off road you've come the closest
So I grant you this toast:
To all of those who showed promise
And never made one that broke
I salute you i never meant to lose you
But I know this road don't
Go where it used to
I've got a map that looks a
Lot like your veiny arms it ain't to scale
But it details the names of the songs
And this one is called
"Cancelled Flight Blues"
A manipulative twist I think
That Manson might've used
But poor musicians come a dime a dozen
And you're the eggman, a flash in the pan
And your yolk is running
Who broke that hard outer covering?
Some chick in your mix
You couldn't level with, headless horsemen?
Come suffering go the direction
Following air currents
But it was my drift you
Were supposed to be catching
Fish nets collect dust in stagnant water
I haven't heard back from you
Since the gag order
Pussycat got your tongue?
Pick it up up up up up up up
(end communication)

Bad, bad actor flip that script now come on!
You cock bust my shit! Woaaah!

You're a lint ball who moves on
The whim of the wind
Confused flexible movement for freedom
(That ain't free)
If the walls you keep bouncing
Off of are closing in
Theres only so much time before
Your rhythm gets broken
I could hear it speeding up
Before we lost signal
It caused a ripple effect rings
On the radar would intersect
Now your fingers are off limit's
I can't hold your hand longer
Than your attention span
The two way street we are supposed
To meet on is just
A one-way dead end you're some
Of my best friends
Press send where are the donuts
You've been lost inside?
Tow trucks you've been forced to ride?
Hold ups at the borderline?
Customs will confiscate costumes
Eat my dust and get exhausted
Force-fed my car fumes
I can't afford the duty tax, so expensive
Come off your head trip and visit
Where your old friends live
You're sensitive like the time (critical)
You swore to God on a lie and didn't die
(you're invincible)
Kiss the pavement, make love while cars spin
Be careful when the unsafe sex
Parade comes a marchin'
They've got full body condoms to
Carry you off in i wish I told you that
While we were still talking

I'm a motherfucking Bill O'Reilly of
This hip hop shit! I want you to give it up
For my DJ No Spin Zone!