Exile-Spit Syndicate

[ti:Exile] [ar:Spit Syndicate] [al:Exile] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.17]Exile - Spit Syndicate [00:01.24]Written by：Spit Syndicate [00:02.39] [00:40.35]I operate on a higher plane my thoughts take a higher train [00:42.78]It's d**e then you should know the supplier's name [00:44.91]Syd city on home sweet home [00:47.16]My nine to five grind seems to go by slow [00:49.54]With no respect how could you look up in the mirror [00:52.19]The world is looking shady and the future's no clearer so [00:54.46]Runaway train of thought my sore knuckles say [00:57.29]Love and hate huffing shakes straight till I suffocate [00:59.76]With no respect how could you look up in the mirror [01:02.04]The world is looking shady and the future no clearer [01:04.52]I operate on a higher plane my thoughts take a higher train [01:08.34]She said I gotta get away from it [01:10.72]Dreams of an escape from it [01:12.24]Won't let this city get another day from her [01:14.21]Takes solace in the cloak of night like grave robbers [01:16.81]Scanning each face like an enemy of the state [01:19.28]Watches the world around her in a steady decline [01:21.80]Detached from it all yet her mind is heavy [01:24.14] [01:24.68]Cartographers couldn't sketch the lines [01:26.83]Of the place she's going nah they'll never find her [01:29.31]Death styles of the young and the beautiful [01:31.88]Nightclub cubicles coc*ine cuticles [01:34.59]But the glitter don't soothe her soul [01:36.32]She feels lost like Rufio waiting on her cue to go [01:39.52]She mightn't found it [01:40.42]Plays it loud until it drowns it [01:42.25]Out and the neighbors come around [01:44.16]This is something that you should know [01:45.61] [01:46.20]Projectiles for the dutiful exile soon she'll go [01:49.61]I operate on a higher plane my thoughts take a higher train [01:52.14]It's d**e then you should know the supplier s name [01:54.35]Syd city on home sweet home [01:56.33]My nine to five grind seems to go by slow [01:59.25]With no respect how could you look up in the mirror [02:01.55]The world is looking shady and the future's no clearer so [02:03.92]Runaway train of thought my sore knuckles say [02:06.62]Love and hate huffing shakes straight till I suffocate [02:08.70]He said I gotta break free from this head of mine [02:10.50]To where the stars and the road up ahead align [02:12.64]Food's good weather's fine there's no time like the present right [02:15.82]And despite the many times he tried to pay it the never mind [02:18.70]He's wearing thin like the set of tyres under him [02:21.31]Stop signs he pass shine bright like his petrol light [02:23.98]Cartographers couldn't sketch the lines [02:26.19]Of the place he's going nah they could never find him [02:28.84]Demoted from heaven promoted from hell [02:30.99]For thought crime doing his time all alone in a cell [02:33.28]He sees it all from his windowsill lights up [02:35.93]With the devil n blows smoke halo's with the l [02:38.27]He needs a one way flight to bring him back to life [02:40.72]A pad and pencil gather essentials pack light [02:43.46]The irony of pitch black skies on a Sunday [02:46.06] [02:47.69]I'm gonna get up outta here one day