Infinite Scroll P.O.S. (Ft. Manchita & Open Mike Eagle)

[Verse 1: Open Mike Eagle]
Awestricken, my brow furled up, my lip is curled
All distant, need a referral for a different world
Audacious my instinct is to go and get small places
Fuck your lease, I don’t owe you shit
Outlandish, I get low and I hover there
Not branded, cause if they could they'd discover air
Rain Walrus, under a pelt like a brother bear
Stone Fragments trapped in air tight tupperware
Who’s missing? The headcount says minus 1
Dude, listen: Priest, my mouth is a zion's gun
Intrepid, below ice like the submarine
Been sectioned, looking at old tight drum machines
Mixed potions, Hoping to grow like Thumbelin'
Your shit's broken, so watch me roll like tumbleweed
Old patterns breaking, interrupt duplicates
No data: blank, your concept's toothless
It's done


[Chorus: P.O.S]
I am a dead man walking
Them streets ain't talking, man
They busy talking on they phones
Favoriting they problems, liking all they causes
Can't help feelin' alone
I'm tryna live it while I can
Feeling every feeling, every feeling I can stand
Unplugged, unstuck instead of unwound and undone
(Head down, thumbs up)
Instead of lost in the infinite