The Thought, Day One, Jared Rose - Searching Lyrics

Searching for the microphone
I got things all written on my phone
Let the voices take the cruise control
We got plans that need to please the soul
I got things I think you need to hear
I didn't think I'd make it through the year
My intentions always made it clear
I wake up at dawn and face my fears
I had to plan it, to get my ass off this planet
Don't worry 'bout the cold of space, I'm cool just with a jacket
Come off as a basket case 'cause I followed the rabbit
It's just a habit, in lieu of bud, I got Costello and Abbott
Practice rapping on the Sabbath, 'cause this shit more important
Got a plan to Kause Mass Damage, putting patterns on an organ
I'm the batting average master, like I'm Jeffrey Dean Morgan
And I'm coming at you faster than The Flash in matching Jordans
I'm an undeserving bastard, but I'm trying anyway
Don't got time for being tired just to dream of getting paid
All those times I went "left", should I really have stayed?
Or did I choose right to step? Blessed to sharpen my blade?
Searching for the microphone
I got things all written on my phone
Let the voices take the cruise control
We got plans that need to please the soul
I got things I think you need to hear
I didn't think I'd make it through the year
My intentions always made it clear
I wake up at dawn and face my fears
Searching for the microphone
Let everybody know
Worthy, but they sleeping on me
Like I'm methadone
Greetings, they already want beef...
Where did I go wrong?
Fine, if that's how you want to be!
A game of telephone
Searching for the microphone
Searching for the microphone
Searching for the microphone
Yeah

Searching for the microphone
I got things all written on my phone
Let the voices take the cruise control
We got plans that need to please the soul
I got things I think you need to hear
I didn't think I'd make it through the year
My intentions always made it clear
I wake up at dawn and face my fears
I had to plan it, to get my ass off this planet
Don't worry 'bout the cold of space, I'm cool just with a jacket
Come off as a basket case 'cause I followed the rabbit
It's just a habit, in lieu of bud, I got Costello and Abbott
Practice rapping on the Sabbath, 'cause this shit more important
Got a plan to Kause Mass Damage, putting patterns on an organ
I'm the batting average master, like I'm Jeffrey Dean Morgan
And I'm coming at you faster than The Flash in matching Jordans
I'm an undeserving bastard, but I'm trying anyway
Don't got time for being tired just to dream of getting paid
All those times I went "left", should I really have stayed?
Or did I choose right to step? Blessed to sharpen my blade?
Searching for the microphone
I got things all written on my phone
Let the voices take the cruise control
We got plans that need to please the soul
I got things I think you need to hear
I didn't think I'd make it through the year
My intentions always made it clear
I wake up at dawn and face my fears
Searching for the microphone
Let everybody know
Worthy, but they sleeping on me
Like I'm methadone
Greetings, they already want beef...
Where did I go wrong?
Fine, if that's how you want to be!
A game of telephone
Searching for the microphone
Searching for the microphone
Searching for the microphone
Yeah