Where It's At (feat. Reggie Watts) - Shit Robot

Everything seems to be Falling apart, in some technicolor And oh, I saw you put your soul In the cast Of what used to be our love Thoughts seep in Feel it in the morning light Dreams again Of you and I And how I long for you, holding on All by my lonesome We're stranded in this life Everything seems to be Falling apart, in some technicolor And oh, I saw you put your soul In the cast Of what used to be our love When I woke up Nothing was the way it seemed A body needs Torn between the force inside Then I broke out Realized what you were to me And though we tried Could we have known what love was like I know it might go wrong If you and I go on In time I can let go I can only hope Ah yes, I know it's so cold In some technicolor Of what used to be our love 'Cause I've been branded, stranded Holding up these walls And when she sees And I know Someone's got the best of my Oh, got the best of my soul Still up on you, so long And I'm outside baby And I don't know why All this time You were fine when you know I've been dead inside I know it's so cold I can see, it will rise I don't care how it arrives Will it be all our lives Hiding from the fear inside And I've been branded, stranded Holding up these walls (Holding up these walls) And when she sees And I know Oh, someone's got the best of my Oh, got the best of my soul (In some technicolor) Find it all (Someone's got the best of my soul) Say my name (Of what used to be our love) (Stranded in your) That I don't know

I was like damn I was gonna put it in my hand Getting in the money like I'm Ashley's fam I'm slammed And I'm in the And I'm in the studio Bam And I'm feeling And I'm feeling groovy, bro Wham Quantum physics, bitch Man Psychedelic Switch plans Yeah I was like Yikes This shit's hot for me But literally it's my cup of tea So bubbly I feel inside, I'm soft and sweet like the Michelin guy Like Michelin fries or Michelin tires I'm savory I'm smooth I slide The bakery is my reside I'm baked you see, I'm super high Baby where's my lunch I'm hungry I wanna get fat like Teletubby I'm vicious even though I'm cheeky And my beats is loud even though I'm sneaky What's for breakfast, can I get a peeky? Just touched down in Thessaloniki Super girls on my Vespa, beep beep Mr. Musk in my Tesla, hehe Listen my plants is nice But my plants is dead I neglected them Cause I partied instead Everything that I am Pertains to what is So whatever you say, well Pop pop fizz fizz Mana vis toh koh Rika taka, puno mundo toh Frato frato, shisa Kenawehno wawawa Chipeh conaroko ghanda Shicoh moratogho vinda So la prakho so linda lah Chinna mocko prosoko linda yah When I went over to the table People was looking at me like I was willing Abel, was his name He came up to me he said hey man don't complain I was like hey I'm just dinnering Here, with all of my Slytherin Was always doing what we do but we can't do what we do do when we done it All this truthful hat, yeah Wear the truthsful hat, yeah When you see it on the platform, yeah What you gonna say when it comes mums at? You got this thing inside of your head Nothing's gonna matter, if you do this instead You got this thing inside of your head Nothing's gonna matter, if you do this instead Put yourself in the void

There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw, the lights turn low The jigsaw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts Two turntables and a microphone Bottles and cans, just clap your hands Just clap your hands Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at (I got two turntables and a microphone) Take me home with my elevator bones Do it That was a good drum break Pick yourself up off the side of the road With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones Members only hypnotizers Move through the room like ambulance drivers Shine your shoes with your microphone blues Hirsutes with your parachute fruits Passing the dutchie from coast to coast Like my man Gary Wilson (I rock the most) Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone What about those who swing both ways? AC-DC's? Let's make it out, baby Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone (we're all part of the total syndrome) Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Oh, dear me, make our city's a two-horse town That's beautiful, dad Got my microphone There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts Two turntables and a microphone Bottles and cans, just clap your hands Just clap your hands Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone I got plastic on my mind Let's make it out, baby Let's make it Let's make it out, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Telephone plastic baby Ohh, so good Oh, so good Let's play good