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Inanimate Sensation (Explicit) - Death Grips
Inanimate sensation
Vantage perspective from objective it came from
Inanimate situation
No relation close liaison
No conversation no social contagion
Bother me wanna be comrade intrusive
I remain inanimate aloof skip
Counterfeit like no can do b**ch
My vinyl vibrate higher than you b**ch
I represent ain't meant to pursue which
One of you oh you all wanna ride well I ain't got room stress
While we continue to make sh*t tight the loosest aah
Blown out base
Blown out base
You got a minute You're in my way
What's wrong Wrong with who
So what's going on Okay
Where you at right now I'm not with you
Inanimate persuasion
Strictly still life with all of my occasion
Inanimate surge of inspiration
Glow like thermonuclear invasion
Compared to swapping thoughts regurgitation
I revel in lack of slightest acquaintance
No rancid level after taste inanimate negate opinion
As it unravel like enigmatic onion
Layers of interdimensional dominion
Blown out base (Yeah b**ch)
(B**ch b**ch)
My smoke my butane
My boots my headphones my medicated noose
My deadroom my schwartzwald hat my Mac
My macaque skull my lysergic stash
Empty streets at night my bike
Apartment sink filled with dry ice
Condemned tenement brandished rail spike
Disturb in flat noir and stale white
Gray cloud curled around my bearded compound like boa
One of two thunderbolt we ain't broke on tour
Concrète antique trapdoor twenty four
Spots to get that get right
When I gotta get right some more
Type of get right I can't afford
I covet these things more than any living
I've never been
Blown out base
I'm so I'm so
I'm so Northern California I call scratch Bammer
Pure overhander live show on a banner
Axl Rose in a blender Slash on Satan's fender
Rick James on the cover running through your lover
Like mean Mr Mustard stadium style
For those who came to jock
Watch that man salute you
Endless nameless Lady Godivas we snoop to
Like eighty three mermaids in Brooklyn Zoo
Inanimate ghetto box we used to pimp through
Blown out base
Inanimate fixation
Obsessed with my demo tape collection
Inanimate riffs I'm glazing
Brag you're making music naw you're making bacon
Skinhead skinhead inna Dublin
I like my iPod more than f**king
Blown out base
Blown out base
