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

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