Deacon the Villain & Sheisty Khrist - Million Miles High lyrics

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Deacon the Villain & Sheisty Khrist - Million Miles High lyrics

Hook Sitting on my rooftop I'm a million miles high I hear strange voices calling I hear strange people crying First Verse [Sheisty] All this pain in my brain is so intense Its got me sitting in the rain for a rinse Every strain against my frame so immense I'm convinced that I ain't been the same ever since So in a sense my innocence is in a stint The cold breeze from the vent feel like wintermint Cold so I just throw on the winter mitts But when the wind emits it blows colder the winter gets It howls and I talking about the moving castle The owl when the moon is vast it maneuvers past you Yeah as far as Id and the Superego I'm something like a kid with a super ego You'll never find me in a suit like a superhero Im on the stoop or in the coupe, n***a, Super Negro Some n***as burn with envy I call 'em Sherman Hemsley They learn that I'm a Sherman tank with the Germans in me And there's something like a pa**ion that burns within me f** no I ain't fasting there's a worm within me Symbolic or otherwise my lymphs are symphonic The lullabies for nymphs with colored eyes See this is Panavision for the land a prism For every man with mannerisms that could land in prison If the writing's on the wall they call it vandalism But if the writings on a scroll they call it man's religion I think this pain in my brain is an anneurism The damn condition of a man damned to man a mission. Man listen! Hook Second Verse [Deacon] I'm found in a place void of sound Bound to my mission, I'ma destroy ground I'm annoyed, on path to display wrath And I'm fired by the fuel that the dismay adds I see, blue seas, brown desserts Grey mountains, clown efforts And bright lights from metropolis nights But when I land it'll all be a necropolis site Yeah, tell God to go head and pull the choir out Ain't enough ocean on earth to put the fire out Am I savior? put you out your misery Or will I miss and let you re-write your history Cue the symphony, the timpanis the drum rolls There's no ending me, no matter what your gun holds If up to me you'll never live to see the sun cold I plan to spare not even one soul, i'm comin'