| Oh plastic moon, oh don’t be shy
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| They’ve called your name, when you smiled at the valley
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| Yo
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| Daydream of laying on a purple cloud
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| Used to be a little nerdy with the Urkel style
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| Now I walk and my chains make a certain sound
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| Curl a smile as they pull an iridescent curtain down
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| And more or less I think I know my purpose now
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| I’m from St. Louis but grew up in the dirty South
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| Say you do it, gotta prove it screw the word of mouth
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| Watson from the Nü he like a guru with an urban shroud
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| Dream I’m not on Earth and it felt like the birth space
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| No my soul really isn’t from here in the first place
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| Takes a toll and sometimes I feel it in the worst way
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| No my soul really isn’t from here in the first place
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| Oh plastic moon, oh don’t be shy
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| They’ve called your name, when you smiled at the valley
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| Clairaudient
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| Hearing things so otherworldly it’s cosmic
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| Late nights and always up early it’s toxic
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| Went from ballet classes to starting a mosh pit
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| Lot of people only thing that they started was gossip
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| Like preaching to Gospel, I’m one of the prophets
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| Young Chester Watson
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| Not better, just conscious
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| I’m invested so I rest somewhere
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| Up where the gods live
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| Young chester watson, yeah
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| Dream I’m not on Earth and it felt like the birth space
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| No my soul really isn’t from here in the first place
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| Takes a toll and sometimes I feel it in the worst way
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| No my soul really isn’t from here in the first place
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| Oh plastic moon, oh don’t be shy |