Name: Out That Loop (w/ Felix Thunder)
Duration: P00H03M08S
Description: Out the loop because being inside that loop is nothing drama and played out action. Been there and don't need it. Every time I dip a toe back in, the loop looks the same, offers nothing new and continues to deteriorate.

Out That Loop (w/ Felix Thunder)

from Talkin' Story by Angle

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Out the loop because being inside that loop is nothing drama and played out action. Been there and don't need it. Every time I dip a toe back in, the loop looks the same, offers nothing new and continues to deteriorate.

lyrics

Verse 1:
Taking myself, out of the loop, was the best damn thing an Angleoneous could do.
Now I can tell, and talk story to you, from the Hill, won’t forget about the shit I walked through.
I’m glad I missed out, on all of that drama, blabbing your mouth from a distant persona.
Bite advertised like the jaws of piranha, you must have been high on that Mari-a-juana.
Big set of balls on you, when the monitor’s burning your oculars.
Bird in the Hand, you’re Solo, cockier, than a millennium falconer.
With two in the bush to pocket the popular, you’re mocking her, by putting cock in her.
I won’t watch while the others are offing her, sifting the profits through a softening colander.
Her, being, the H.E.R., Common Sense into the hate we are.
Dogs eat dogs, when they see stars, on the fence, impaled by these bars.
Opening hearts, the blood trail leave scars. Might have been close, no inhale cigars.
Lip service and a weak applause, coming from a sofa king we Todd.
Did, you think I got time for that pettiness? I’m wise enough to know time’s a commodity.
Maybe these kids just ain’t ready yet, hang from society like a colostomy.
Bag it. Keep that baggage. I don’t want to have it.
Until I kick the bucket, the old adage, I’ma savagely dead it and toe tag it.
Chorus:
Ohhhh, that vicious circle.
Stay doing me, I’ve got to
Break myself free, I’ma rock to the
Chained misery, yeah
Take myself out that loop.
Ohhhh, that vicious circle.
Felix Thunder Verse
Chorus Repeat