ALIEN'S TRANSMISSION ft. Clbrks Lyrics

Releasing all my music, not asking your permission

Get up on the hill just to hear the alien's transmission

I've never spoken Martian, but I'm always spitting fire

Like a man committed arson, now they're searching for the lighter

On a mission in space to find the alien race

Turns out they also like being sedated

Went twice around the Earth in the alien spaceship

Got their own pints, they're a bit larger

Asking for IPA, so imma pour you up a thick lager

Blud

Running laps around the bar stool

If I had it my way, I'd lock you bastards in a castle

Remember that, don't pass around my spliff like it's a fucking telegram

It's a fucking pass the parcel

Yeah, you man are fiends, I can see you itching at your arm still

Did you say something? Mention it in passing

If you keep on moving mad, I'll knock you right back into Barking

I must've heard the voices that are underneath the floorboards

Drawing mathematical equations, then I'll wipe away the chalkboard

Moving forward, don't step on the cracks

Talking to the DI like an XLR to jack

Cold like inspector Goole, but never expect a call back

I'm sitting around a fire, spitting mystical facts

Please

I do less and seek more, stay mad

Tell them pay cash, James Brown, pay back

And I don't face facts, I just dance around them

Talking quiet down, and I'm the only one who's shouting

Hopping out the Fountain of Youth, looking old

You better zip your jacket up pussy, it's getting cold

My own family ringing, I'm putting them on hold

And I just get how it goes, son, I'm broke, more

Just stole your heart, overused flow, everywhere you go

Stone cold Steve Austin if you got problems

Treat my nose like a toboggan, I'm a born wrongen

Pussy think I really care about your block column,

Uh,

You better tell me how the boot tastes

Use a fuckin cigarette as my toothpaste

Two-faced, had you leaving with a tooth ache

Come around the corner son you hardly got your shoes laced

The moon rises in the east, the sun's declining in the west

Step out in the night just to look my bloody best

Coughing out my lungs while I'll embrace my future death

I'm getting all the money like a pirate with a chest

I bump tunes and sip cider

Got no drip but you're dressing in the full designer

I'm a drug decliner

Never on timer, got so many lyrics

I'm a book writer, not a hook writer

I'm surfing space and time into the uncharted

Get with your dad just to pay respects for the departed