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turn on the channel - nerfonator lyrics

[intro: peter s. atlas]
can you be out there in five minutes?
no, no, you will be out there in five minutes, okay?
no, i don’t care
five minutes, you’re on the clock

[verse 1]
(pass the remote)
pass the remote
i know it’s somewhere packed in the sofa
but it’s got all these moments passin’ slow
and i ain’t tryna go back and forth just crackin’ jokes
that got us slappin’ both our thighs
i might just crack my bones
i’ll take a glass of rum and coke over passive convo*sation
quit tryna change the station, this my favourite show
we’ll keep on pushin’ b*ttons, semi*controllin’
i know the channel never stops but it’s only thing keepin’ sh*t goin’
the time is tickin’ faster
my eyes on different chapters
i find it hard to pry apart my heart from minutes passin’
my mind is driftin’ backwards
i spiral into fragments that get flipped in picture
like oscilloscopes through vintage glasses
i fight these vivid battles
my face draws scripted reactions
but these raindrops on my script tappin’ sound like vinyl crackles
the wax is worn thinner with more spinnin’
so, quit the actions
and heat the wick while y’all plead the fifth under demons’ laughter
[hook]
so baby, turn on the channel
we ain’t gotta stir the banter while observin’ the mantle
put your kicks on the mat, sit back, watch it all turn to vapour
and let the show paint a new wallpaper (i said)
so baby, turn on the channel
‘cause we ain’t gettin’ through the season just from burnin’ these candles
i ask you pass the remote as my only favour
i got shows to cater and they’ll paint us a new wallpaper, yeah, uh

[refrain]
turn it, so baby, turn it
can you catch this feelin’?
so baby, turn it, t*turn, turn it
can you catch this feelin’?

[verse 2: korban baxter]
baby i don’t like this channel
i just wanna switch the flow
sorry, please excuse my manners
i just don’t know where to go
lookin’ at that tv static puts me in a certain mode
sinkin’ in the back of bottles, uh
when i’m drivin’ sober, don’t pull me over
closed captions in my mind, the show’s really over
now watch we roll the credits on this relationship
they said the path of the journey is what you make of it
so, what we make of it, i’m feelin’ like john malkovich
trapped in a maze of solace, no point in breakin’ it
no point of breakin’ in, my mind is like a sedative
all these moments lookin’ back, i wonder, what was the catalyst?
could you imagine it?
now that we here lookin’ over these cities
new day, reached a new atmosphere
and the moments clear
i finally reached my audience, look at the crowd, they just sit and stare
[hook]
so baby, turn on the channel
we ain’t gotta stir the banter while observin’ the mantle
put your kicks on the mat, sit back, watch it all turn to vapour
and let the show paint a new wallpaper (i said)
so baby, turn on the channel
‘cause we ain’t gettin’ through the season just from burnin’ these candles
i ask you pass the remote as my only favour
i got shows to cater and they’ll paint us a new wallpaper, yeah, uh

[refrain]
turn it, so baby, turn it
can you catch this feelin’?
so baby, turn it, t*turn, turn it
can you catch this feelin’?

- nerfonator lyrics

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