Get off my phone Lyrics

Feeling back in time

I've been asking Mike

Taking back what's mine

This storage in my mind

Keep your feelings tight

And just fill in lines

Therapy and Vice City playing like

Crime, crises, Christ

Cries are climbing high

Smoke, joke and fight

Fake the funk and fly

Reenergize with white

Down that rabbit's pipe

Just moderate your life

And maybe you'll be fine

I keep my story close

It's clear if you listen close

Might help you find some hope

Might help remove her clothes

I think we're getting close

The tunnel's light's been closed

Some dynamite explodes

You're fucking free, I know

But where the fuck to go?

Let's do another show

Just put the time and effort

And maybe fuck up more

But don't stop the pouring

David Goggins running towards it

Torching up that loony fortress

Schizophrenic pulling towards him

Waking up, this nurse is gorgeous

What's your name?

Are you a taurus?

I've been working, sore and sorting

Sit with me, I'll hear your story

Storing all these thoughts

Good mourning brings about a better morning

Wake and bake and cake it up

Saving up, buying tickets for it

Backstage just to meet the band

Bragging like I'm in her plans

Plant the seed and fuck the plant

Bet, now let me play my hand

Help me get off my phone

Help me get off my phone

I just gotta get off my phone

Mike?