Islands - Where there's a will there's a whalebone

The morning I set sail on a whalebone
The gale force winds made the sky grow
And i was far out in the ocean
I cut the roof of my mouth on the potion
And down down down on the femur
I let my backbone slide into the ether
Laying low in a tropical hideout
If anyone finds out, I'll turn their lights out

(rap) Subtitle:
Where there's a will, there's a way to go, you'll never know
I set sail that morning and I may not come back bro
Lay low in a hideout
Just to bust you – tropical
It's neurotic and exotic
With yet another broke down – incidental
Not accidental
When facts track the mental
Even within movement
Words get arranged for maximum deployment
Words mean will
Where there's a tailbone, then there's a tale gone wrong
Young gang on a boat – it's the same song
Same quote, nature stretches it out note by note
It's a new state.
You don't know the nomenclature; the governor has status with the cutting apparatus
And that is half the battle
They can't think of how to absorb us, they can't think of how to absolve me
Let's see
A cancerous mix of young pirates for kicks – signed, sealed C.G
In congealed blood
This is all on the surreal
Don't appeal to the side where the law resides
After all that, it's a separatist homicide
Rappers try to cultivate carbon monoxide
You tried to get entranced by the folks that try to get us by happenstance

Frame our press show with a whale sternum
And a dolphin femur, band breathed lab tech with a solvent in a beaker.
Yell in boom mics and moonlight as a coffin cleaner then poolside.
I food fight with Hollywood anorexics
I'm in a crew of pallbearers and ambidextrous foosball players
We got pool hall flair,
remove all layers of industry pretension and augmented physical attributes
Because I'm blanketed in nude doll hair
But with these styles we're shrewd on-air
So we've been annexed to an annexed isle
By the radio programmer, half-man reptile
That church of satin bible study tutor choirboy
Prefers the works the tire uninspired and coy
But uhh Driver's ploy is to show a lot of follow through
Wearing a monocle coming out a fiery void
Collecting style in rental late fees
They never return it after the test drive
Infatuated by a robot's breast size
We ain't entertained by balloon animals
Marooned on our tropical safe haven
Everyday is a paid vacation

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I gave my life to the wishbone
So i wished all the stars would go home
And one was a dog with its tail drawn
It laughed as it shed now it's long gone
I remember the flavor
But I made a choice to stay here
Laying low in a tropical hideout
If anyone finds out, I'll turn their lights out

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