[Lyric] -the Beltway- (Fair to Midland)

At the rate I'm goin
Little hands will be all that hold me back and
The minute men they stand and watch
Well fuck them through
Don't lose touch
Better keep those shoes
And specs on the middle
The minute men they stand and watch
Well fuck them

Still approved
Located in the region
Somewhere off of bermuda
Caught on quick
Consider it belittled
Tired and deleted

Everbody look its a breathing stepping stone
Not to be confused with my meanlingless monologue

Hummingbird
Killed the lion's pride
With the
Streaks of shade
And by the way
I'll be frank
Where lights dim under pressure
And ignore applications
Excuse me
Corrections are appealing
Locks to secure breathing

Everbody listen to him, he speaks in monotone
Another cyborg among the fertile drones

And now I bare this curse for you
Not for him
It loses a blinker
Fought both sides
And now I bare these thoughts of you
Not of him
I'll stay right here and guard the similar

Strike!
Leg up, say you'll get
Tell me you'll get it