Year Of The $exxx $ymbol Lyrics - Bottle Of Humans - Solé

June 11th, saturday, we were laughin', 1 year later 

It took me 21 years to make this album 

But i did 3/4ths of it in the last 2 weeks 

Notebooks after phone calls, cars lined up to be extinguished in the office place 

Embarcadero is the biggest mauseleum imaginable 

This house can't stay clean 

Too many superstars on the rug, too many tags on the fog on the mirror 

This is it, and i can see them when i see me 

Reflection is relative, nothing can be finished by then 

These phone bills pile up, forgotten half of the convos anyway 

Sole is idol worship, these songs are all different sides of me 

I dont know if that's a good or a bad thing 

But this is cleansing, a baptism in babylon 

A broken bottle of humans where idiosyncrasies are fiestas 

It's party time, and i forgot my hip-hop hat 

Cut off all the heads quietly naked screaming for attention 

Used to wear my ego as a sweater 

Now it's the cape that follows me throughout the atmosphere 

Keep your eyes to the ground, swallow your pride 

Talk to the voices in your head 

How did the alarm get 2 hours ahead? 

It's been like that for a minute, my hands are dirty 

And somehow i manage to separate that from the keyboards and melodies 

That swallow up my fantasies 

Smoke on these phrasings, i dont wanna be amazing 

Just leave me, so i can record album number 6 next month 

And always remain inspired 

I'd promise the outro but i don't want to spoil the moment 

I'd promise the outro but i don't want to spoil it... 

I picture chubby deaf girls dancing in a black and white freeze frame 

I hear galaxies as communities i shall never see 

Oh no, it's those creatures with the big heads and eyes and they're coming for me 

I think of pages burning, and lots of light beaming from an unseen source 

I'm more like this giant making boquets 

The bullet just entered and she entering pain 

It don't rain, it splatters, that's why my data remains after the pain 

Don't blame me if all my songs sound the same 

I'm a product of envy and turmoil roller coasting insane 

Trying to change the world 5 pages at a time 

Calling green lights stops signs, it's all aura laborious 

My aura and story is static like clouds are sculptures 

Humanity is too much cotton candy 

Here's some food for thought in digestion decompose 

We compose, here's another patented product for your collection 

Language is action packed, come on let's picnic 

And nitpick between factions, fact, fiction and mineral 

Sink fast, the uprise goes on without us 

I'm all ears, all here, blind to you and your puppeteer 

Everyday is truman show 

True men show their face and expose flesh 

Who made the cut? my pen is the sax, so the horn blows the grand scheme. relax 

I'd promise the outro but i don't have any time 

I'd promise the outro but this is only the beginning... 

Sole is the protocol, sex symbol, fly on the wall 

This a pre-emptive strike, match struck 

Awestruck beyond comparison, white collar barbarian 

Telling the librarian; these are the papers to bury the sky 

It's christmas time, bring in styrofoam cups filling outside of the lines 

These are scribbles for an older exhausted pulse 

It's the return of the never been there 

Give me 5 minutes we'll melt you're 12 dollars we stupid crackhead cupids 

Milking the earth for what it's worth, with my family or single handedly 

This hand breaks things, this hand molds things 

Son i'm in my own shadow 

The mold that breaks the glass 

Your ears are my walls and these are mere paragraphs 

Follow the architect, sure we're erecting art and texture 

Now sole is only human, enjoy my imperfections 

Put a red dot on that, slaughtering articles, pen and pixeling particles 

Here's your entry, posing makes participants feel practiced, so keep them skills dull 

I bang symbolism off doldrums and still spare minutes 

Check my postcards these are letters from god 

I've been practicing this face for centuries 

These are acts of pretention 

I've been practicing this face for centuries 

How you like my grill? 

How you like my smile? 

I've been practicing this face for centuries and i'll be like this for a minute 

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