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Francesca Wexler - Pink Noise Lyrics



Francesca Wexler - Pink Noise Lyrics




Bloodshot eyes when I fly
I'm on a red eye joining the mile high
I like the white stripes, she likes the white stripes
Think it's the same thing, look in her iris
She makes the limelight feel like it's twilight
She makes my life feel like it's a sci-fi
We watched the world crash and burn in hi-fi
Everybody else watched the Saturday night fight

Shine up your satellites, bitch this is primetime
Shine up, shine up, shine up, shine up
Shine up your satellites, bitch this is primetime
Shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine
Shine up your satellites, bitch this is primetime
Shine up, shine up, shine up, shine up
Shine up your satellites, bitch this is primetime
Shine up your satellites, shine up your satellites

Kids that ain't chin checked
Take Daddy's Maybach and race breakneck
Same men that don't know when to say when
Boardroom pastors when them preaching
Soapbox sermons, best to say Amen
If you want to drink they wine and break they bread
We here to play ball, we not gon' play the fence
I mean why should I play the odds
When I could play the man, man, man, man, man

Shine up your satellites, bitch this is primetime
Shine up, shine up, shine up, shine up
Shine up your satellites, bitch this is primetime
Shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine
Shine up your satellites, bitch this is primetime
Shine up, shine up, shine up, shine up
Shine up your satellites, bitch (ooh!)
Shine up your satellites, shine up your satellites

Blood on the leaves, blood on the mainlands
Blood on the screen, blood on the chain gang
Some days it feel like all the gods took a rain check
Soap operas and days of our lives the same train wreck
History repeats, it's like a broken eight track
Every time we try, we fail to bring the tape back
Same song, sing along with the race rats
It's enough to put a nigga in a straitjacket
And in the same way that you might go to the store to pick up milk is how you picked up a cocaine habit
Stranger things happen
Sometimes things come together
Sometimes things shatter
And now I'm left with this insomnia and pink static
And all you left me with was pink static
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Bloodshot eyes when I fly
I'm on a red eye joining the mile high
I like the white stripes, she likes the white stripes
Think it's the same thing, look in her iris
She makes the limelight feel like it's twilight
She makes my life feel like it's a sci-fi
We watched the world crash and burn in hi-fi
Everybody else watched the Saturday night fight

Shine up your satellites, bitch this is primetime
Shine up, shine up, shine up, shine up
Shine up your satellites, bitch this is primetime
Shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine
Shine up your satellites, bitch this is primetime
Shine up, shine up, shine up, shine up
Shine up your satellites, bitch this is primetime
Shine up your satellites, shine up your satellites

Kids that ain't chin checked
Take Daddy's Maybach and race breakneck
Same men that don't know when to say when
Boardroom pastors when them preaching
Soapbox sermons, best to say Amen
If you want to drink they wine and break they bread
We here to play ball, we not gon' play the fence
I mean why should I play the odds
When I could play the man, man, man, man, man

Shine up your satellites, bitch this is primetime
Shine up, shine up, shine up, shine up
Shine up your satellites, bitch this is primetime
Shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine, shine
Shine up your satellites, bitch this is primetime
Shine up, shine up, shine up, shine up
Shine up your satellites, bitch (ooh!)
Shine up your satellites, shine up your satellites

Blood on the leaves, blood on the mainlands
Blood on the screen, blood on the chain gang
Some days it feel like all the gods took a rain check
Soap operas and days of our lives the same train wreck
History repeats, it's like a broken eight track
Every time we try, we fail to bring the tape back
Same song, sing along with the race rats
It's enough to put a nigga in a straitjacket
And in the same way that you might go to the store to pick up milk is how you picked up a cocaine habit
Stranger things happen
Sometimes things come together
Sometimes things shatter
And now I'm left with this insomnia and pink static
And all you left me with was pink static
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Writer: Francesca Wexler
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