People wake up look to the nearest paper
Inspiration defamation stuff to talk at later
But if there is a sign it's this we're falling out of line
And looking elsewhere rather than our home station
Internal speak, less of the generalised speak
How about tell me sometimes positive productive statements
All this bad news makes me impatient
More of the bad stuff just like a patient
The regime is obvious, stay at your home station
Truth can change, just ask the mediator
Listen and decipher the meaning later
I want to feel again like I'm rejuvenated
Swear so much is fictitious and fabricated
The order of words is just so arbitrary
Feeling outspoken by the thoughts of many
It's where it's derived
Source of the origin
Truth in the ties
Yo, switch on to the right bis
If they write this, cant trust in their white lips
Fake news, information's on a tight list
Royals on the front, don't wanna bow to your Highness
Missin me, no TV, i just wanna breath
Never made a scene, if its peace then you wanna leave
Gonna make us sure that theres 10 on the door
But we can never go on inside
Always leave us wantin more
If we
Look to the sky then Ruperts on the rise, yeah
Sellin us a story but what news is bona-fide, yeah
Spreadin like a weed, got my piece for the week
If I ever speak then ill be relived from my screen, ay
Yo, but i don't fiddle with the motion
If the story is emotion then the page is gettin opened, gettin opened
Spreadin lies on a tenable lease
So if they fool me twice, the f*ckin agenda is me, ah
Oliver New - Home Station (feat. Mass Idea) Lyrics
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People wake up look to the nearest paper
Inspiration defamation stuff to talk at later
But if there is a sign it's this we're falling out of line
And looking elsewhere rather than our home station
Internal speak, less of the generalised speak
How about tell me sometimes positive productive statements
All this bad news makes me impatient
More of the bad stuff just like a patient
The regime is obvious, stay at your home station
Truth can change, just ask the mediator
Listen and decipher the meaning later
I want to feel again like I'm rejuvenated
Swear so much is fictitious and fabricated
The order of words is just so arbitrary
Feeling outspoken by the thoughts of many
It's where it's derived
Source of the origin
Truth in the ties
Yo, switch on to the right bis
If they write this, cant trust in their white lips
Fake news, information's on a tight list
Royals on the front, don't wanna bow to your Highness
Missin me, no TV, i just wanna breath
Never made a scene, if its peace then you wanna leave
Gonna make us sure that theres 10 on the door
But we can never go on inside
Always leave us wantin more
If we
Look to the sky then Ruperts on the rise, yeah
Sellin us a story but what news is bona-fide, yeah
Spreadin like a weed, got my piece for the week
If I ever speak then ill be relived from my screen, ay
Yo, but i don't fiddle with the motion
If the story is emotion then the page is gettin opened, gettin opened
Spreadin lies on a tenable lease
So if they fool me twice, the f*ckin agenda is me, ah
Inspiration defamation stuff to talk at later
But if there is a sign it's this we're falling out of line
And looking elsewhere rather than our home station
Internal speak, less of the generalised speak
How about tell me sometimes positive productive statements
All this bad news makes me impatient
More of the bad stuff just like a patient
The regime is obvious, stay at your home station
Truth can change, just ask the mediator
Listen and decipher the meaning later
I want to feel again like I'm rejuvenated
Swear so much is fictitious and fabricated
The order of words is just so arbitrary
Feeling outspoken by the thoughts of many
It's where it's derived
Source of the origin
Truth in the ties
Yo, switch on to the right bis
If they write this, cant trust in their white lips
Fake news, information's on a tight list
Royals on the front, don't wanna bow to your Highness
Missin me, no TV, i just wanna breath
Never made a scene, if its peace then you wanna leave
Gonna make us sure that theres 10 on the door
But we can never go on inside
Always leave us wantin more
If we
Look to the sky then Ruperts on the rise, yeah
Sellin us a story but what news is bona-fide, yeah
Spreadin like a weed, got my piece for the week
If I ever speak then ill be relived from my screen, ay
Yo, but i don't fiddle with the motion
If the story is emotion then the page is gettin opened, gettin opened
Spreadin lies on a tenable lease
So if they fool me twice, the f*ckin agenda is me, ah
Writer: Massine Yallaoui, Oliver New
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