Josh Celli - Screentime

I'd hike south to the fork in the mouth
Release my form to your walking routes
The waste is boiled down to angry shouts
You rock into rolling eyes
Luck is a lonely life vest
Warm night ahead
Get settled
If you misfire on the rhyme
I can save your spot in line
You come near
You come near
You come near
But high above
Under us
Screentime
Screentime
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no, no
No, no, no
Not for me
It's not for us at all
I can't be tracked here, right?
We may rewind the tape too long
Your sound is weak where your picture's strong
Big day
Get ready
You come near
You come near
You come near
You come near
High above
Wind up and arrive
Wind up and arrive
Hey, you head out on the freeway
I feel you looking down now
Hey, I hope you really know
I'm proud of you, man
You wound up on the wrong street
They got you on the backbeat
But hey, it's for the better good
Make it worth my hard-earned time

Written by:
Josh Celli

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