Mute Valley - Lost Souls Club

Up too late in the lab again
But it's no mistake what's been happenin
Every step I take has been calculated
Set a date with fate
Been working hard to make it
Gonna ride these faders to my grave
I'll put some speakers in the coffin
And get my tombstone engraved
With the date the album's droppin
More like a bat than a bird
But I don't fly blind, fuck what you heard
So gnarly that the vibrations come back to me
So put the word out that this music makes you tap your feet
Cuz while these vampires ran the streets
This bats been wrappin cables for a bite to eat
Just wanna share a table with everyone that he meets
So if you're breaking bread, I'll be sure to bring the beats
Come and join the lost souls club
Costs about a dub for an 8th
Searchin for a pick me up
Celebrate your medication
Come and join the lost souls club
Costs about a dub for an 8th
Searchin' for a pick me up
When you feel, when you feel
So I took a Greyhound to The Red Line
And broke a beat up down the grapevine
I put my feet up in the sunshine
But was just a couple streets up from the one time
So I'll admit it was partially white privilege
The way the world watched while I got away with shit
But I see life is a blessing
No crooked cop can correct me
My name is a game, not a chain
So come check me
Maybe I'll spin you a story
But brace yourself it ge…..
A couple parts missing so we spark up in the middle
Blowing smoke up in your kitchen
Spittin fire over fiddle
No riddles
Just some L's for the laugh track
Burning like the cds that we sold out our backpacks
If you think this looks easy then just wait for the last act
We'll blast a nazi's brains out and make him buy the back patch
Come and join the lost souls club
Costs about a dub for an 8th
Searchin for a pick me up
Celebrate your medication
Come and join the lost souls club
Costs about a dub for an 8th
Searchin' for a pick me up
When you feel, when you feel
So now I'm sitting sober just a sip of coffee
On my way to work I detox my body
Scribble down some words
Ain't sorry if it's sloppy cuz I'm here to rock your boat
Sometimes the water's choppy
Still I'm smooth sailin'
Catching fresh tilapia
Stop to feed the family
Protect em like the mafia
I'm revolutionary
Harder than Guddafi was
You'll never find me buried, you'll never find me buried,
You'll never find me, no, no
I'm livin life on the edge now
And if I slip ima sled down
Sleet, hail, rain, or snow, catch me in a pancho
Mowing through your hoes like a snow plow
I'm laid back but intricate, paid fat for hippy shit
8 track to infinite, stage passes limited
With sounds sweeter than horchata with cinnamon
We'll leave you screaming diabetes while you're reaching for the insulin
No, i can't treat you, I'm just a doctor of love
I'm a sinner spittin sermon Sunday nights at the club
And if you feel it then I'm certain that you're searchin' for somethin' good
I said I can't treat you, I'm just a doctor of love
I'm a sinner spittin sermon Sunday nights at the club
And if you feel it then I'm certain that you're searching for something good
Dontcha join the lost souls club
Trading ticket stubs for your faith
Searching for a pick me up
When you're feeling out of place
Dontcha join the lost souls club
Sacrifice your love for the haze
Searchin' for a pick me up
What you feel
when you feel
what you feel

Written by:
Aaron Roche

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