Processed Beats (Acoustic Live Lounge Session)

I ran from the tide

Won't let you hide

Won't let you hideI drop beats from this processed meat

For a conversation, a meditation and

I cut waves like some unborn sage

Just like terrorists on a day of rest singingI ran from the tide

Won't let you hide

Won't let you hideI break bones stealing mobile phones

And I'm cuttin' deals for these homeless meals

Making idle threats using Chinese burns

As you load my head with the Grateful Dead singing

Songwriters

Pizzorno, Sergio / Karloff, ChristopherPublished by

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