Drowning Machine

Lyrics
[Verse 1: billy woods] I lay my head in green pastures beside quiet waters Quiet my thoughts, press record Some just sleep with it all like hoarders I'd rather throw open that coffin They switch the water off but the electric paid through August Fanon's wretched clamor across borders Commandeering ships resting on ocean floors Breached the surface, gorgeous Sea water pouring out of every orifice Tiny crabs skittering in empty eye sockets Black Gnostics A coin ring out in the call for a bullet for еvery prophet A black obelisk at thе waters' edge A fist full of broken promises I promised him this: I won't miss Smoldering spliffs, sleeping gas like cartoons Armand Hammer like Troy and taxing the green room Green fumes seep out the grave like heist movie I wait, I wait patient as Jack Ruby I peep how you be moving I wait till the time is opportune; pop up A bad penny with a nigga on both sides You gotta come find me most times like Rambo in the shrine Like cop the wet on 145, the prince of tides She said time to say goodbye, I begged for a couple more lives [Chorus: billy woods] Roiling waves of static, swim practice Disappearing acts, rabbit in a hat, grubby bits of magic I hug the bottom like catfish in swollen rivers Remind myself to breathe Roiling waves of static, swim practice Disappearing acts, rabbit in a hat, grubby bits of magic I hug the bottom like catfish in brackish streams Remind myself to breathe Remind myself to breathe Remind myself to breathe [Verse 2: E L U C I D] Strangers print my government name feeling familiar I'm pissing in the ocean where your million streams empty Forced entry, murder one Rappers start looking chintzy Sign contract in pig meat grease and blood smear Tip of the spear Spot-rushing the vomitorium Get your back up off the wall again I'm watching the '89 world series in slo-mo Where coyotes howl I love brown water and old gold Armand Hammer ordered three quarters of the menu Whole fish, eyeballs and all She batted her eyes real sweet like falernum Curbed, served charred, [?] hot off the burner Pepper/salt the scorched scalp like bad perm My turn Pepper stage lights to feel the bass throb Romantic We all die under enchantment Surveillance camera 'corded, scanned it off the pamphlet I get paid in fossil fuels by recycled planet
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Credits
- Writers
- billy woods
- E L U C I D
- Child Actor