Tourist Trapeze Lyrics - Bottle Of Humans - Solé

Please remove my name from your rap popularity contest 

Take this however you can. look at me, but don't look at me 

I woke up on the wrong bed, a wrinkle in time 

Remember the times we had? the human satire, yo I'm out for sacrifice 

I could make a shirt for this occasion look at me 

I'm an mp3 fully rendered absorbing my poor earthling brethren 

I have two arms you have 2 thousand dollars 

and 30 sentences but not a clue these are hints 

I'm talking to be heard, being to get seen 

So if you wouldn't mind looking for someone else 

Normal people are learning trades and trading tapes and changing tastes 

But strange people are making points 

Connecting thoughts to make a point and we're laughing At 'em 

Arrogant people are talking shit, well people like me got a lot to say 

The post futuristic pre-modernism bottle of ragged tortured soles my wretched face 

You're rich and out of place, I'm very serious today 

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[Chorus] 

We're all in an aquarium feeding on negativity 

Wanting to bury them but there's nowhere to put the bodies 

Let 'em burn, the ashes make a wonderful gift 

It's a tourist trap I hope they buy this shit 

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Choke, choke, the world don't stay in touch with my tempo 

We thinking big but the status quo moves slow 

Everybody's on an upward slope for cosmic slop 

Stop them from choking on stage 

Over the years perspectives have become idiotic and numb 

So it seems like the only way to break ground is the trendy way of breaking ground 

I suggest you remain aware then monotonous 

Don't make me speak out of turn you're out of touch, so don't complain 

There is no difference, digital bootlegs, dubbed tapes or iron on chest plates 

I'm almost starving and out of patience 

Get your prescription to bottle of humans renditions 

Revisions, I'm revisiting my resting place 

But I can't rest in any case 

I'm probably guilty 'til proven apathetic 

If I only had some anesthetic or an aesthetic 

or some idiot to just validate my credit 

I've earned it although most of you from where you stand 

You probably wouldn't see it 

[Chorus]