| Distant, thinking, jib adapting to the system
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| I’m living, drifting, our realities are different
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| Mine is an animation based in space trading ancient
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| Wisdom with me mates no wasting the white ace
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| I don’t know about yours but this galaxies all ours
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| And I’m spaced out trying not to laugh at the dwarf stars
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| Sending an S.O.S but Houston’s ignoring em'
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| We got 99 problems and human’s are all of em'
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| I meditate and elevate into a better place
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| (Then) Jog me memory at a precise and measured pace
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| A sound vibrates around the universe and then it states
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| «There's no such thing as empty space»
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| I find a higher consciousness in which nothingness doesn’t exist
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| There’s a colossal line between money and bliss
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| I’m chilling on the astral plane and when me friends arrive
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| We’re going to dream ourselves alive
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| See the trees but not the forest hear the voice but not the words
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| See the parts but not the whole
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| See the holes but not the objects they’re in
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| (Weirdo) Your parents are like «I hope you’re not friends with him»
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| Who’s got control of the bass
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| Thus disrupting these vivid memories of floating in space
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| Throwing complex Apollonian circle shapes
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| That remain in the air when me hands drop to me waist
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| From the biggest star to the smallest atom
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| All matter matters
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| Collectively constructing the consciousness of the universe
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| So it doesn’t matter who was first
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| Look at Earth from space, we are one planet
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| God damn it, why you throwing rocks at it?
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| I’m recording over the captains log
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| While these self important slobs imagine God and let the tail wag the dog
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| Eat the entire eco-system and barely leave a crumb
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| Then burn your tongue trying to eat the sun
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| I’m on the astral plane chilling and when me family and friends arrive
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| We plan to dream ourselves alive |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spaced, artist - Lee Scott. Album song Butter Fly, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп