| So I’ve been gazing at the stars for a minute
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| I never could connect the constellations
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| But I really liked the way they all kinda shimmer
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| City light, pollution’s said to be the fall, now I’m waiting
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| In black coals, strips base walls and
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| The Matrix leaves me an enigma, food for thought, I’m the top chef
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| I did the box, lost profit
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| Speak to the cosmos before thoughts process
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| Right my little pooh bear, wanna take a chance?
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| Wanna sip the smooth air, kick it in the sand?
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| I’ll say I told you so but you just gonna cry
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| You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes
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| Pray, pray, I can’t, I can’t pray
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| Pray, pray, peanut butter, I can’t pray
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| (Preach)
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| Meaning’s my end language, state
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| Super beings sign treaties of the lands and space
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| See the sharks in the distance, watch me swim in their direction
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| Archbishop of the new world, curled in the mess
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| Found pearls in the wreckage, pawned 'em
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| Spawned a thousand ships to arm the armada
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| Garments, hard posture, slate
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| Onyx and jade weapons in cold breast plate
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| Blessed with the crest made of thin gold
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| Alright, come close
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| Let me show you everything I know
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| A jungle slang
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| Spinning round my head and I stare
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| My my simple sir, this ain’t gonna work
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| Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs
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| I can’t take this place, no I can’t take this place
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| I just wanna go where I can get some space
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| Pray, pray, I can’t, I can’t pray
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| Pray, pray, peanut butter, I can’t pray
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| My my simple sir, this ain’t gonna work
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| Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs
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| I can’t take this place, no I can’t take this place
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| I just wanna go where I can get some space |