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    "Tiny Glowing Screens, Pt. 3" Lyrics

    Watsky feat. Danny McClain and Camila Recchio

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    You're officially welcome to grab your crotches
    Synchronize your watches and pour us a couple scotches
    People still as statues can't catch you, turn pockets empty
    If they're packed with plenty move some to ones lacking any
    While I take a crack at hacking the bank to jack em to cover high debts
    You're screening floating bullets with a butterfly net, if there's any screaming
    Pause it and cut out sound, deposit the slugs underground
    I'm positive that we don't fuck around
    No we go scooping up the diesel that's leaking a sinking tanker
    Forever stuck at anchor like beetles get stuck in amber
    Halted like the thaw of the iceberg that shoulda sank her
    Halted right beside the temperature spike and the spread of cancer
    And all my peoples' engagements and babies my friends are making
    We quit getting lamer, days quit getting later, life quits being labor, quick—
    You should come through to our party, dude bring your crew bring your an army
    Youth is inside of the heart, the future can never harm me
    We're never tardy (freeze, freeze, freeze)
    Late or early don't worry we'll wait cause we're in no hurry to see the pearly gates

    I sit outside and watch the pigeon shit and tiny airplanes hanging in the sky and then I
    Hit a McCartney show and trip off how his arm is superglued to his guitar and then I
    Enjoy the lovely view and stand there for a month or two
    My headphones looping Love Me Do on repeat
    Paul might not die if we try to wall off this diorama
    We'll buy all the time we want and then spend it all to

    Move this crowd—to join as converts to the church of blessed concerts
    And then conjure up some conversation
    Yes, I'm proud—my country is my heart and so in every combination
    We all rep a common nation
    That is how—I know that all we lepers and we shepherds
    Join together now in holy congregation, everybody
    Stop right now!

    I want to hear the church bells ring
    I want to see the fog roll in
    I don't mind the muddy water
    I don't mind the ocean wind
    Show me I'm alive right now
    Even if you gotta prick this skin
    Open up your eyes

    Some days I throw my hands up like this shit right here is hopeless
    But today I throw my hands up like this shit right here's the dopest
    I'll never sew my family's holes up saying hocus pocus
    So I focus love on what is whole and chase my magnum opus
    There's so much more life before I leave this skin behind me
    Right now I'm feeling finer than Aaliyah in the '90s
    Yeah, today I'm feeling firmly like my faith could never burn me
    Like I'm apt to move that mountain just by glaring at it sternly
    Then San Francisco used to seem bigger than Jupiter
    From the view of an atom, the human body's a universe
    How impossibly big it be this symmetry
    This brutality and beauty and synergy
    And beyond what we'll live to see, I know nothing limit me
    Just take everything ever, and we are that times infinity
    This song was submitted on October 16th, 2016.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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