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how far can YOU go? Video (MV)




Performed By: Dream Crabs
Language: English
Length: 3:44
Written by: Laura White, Walt Mudie




Dream Crabs - how far can YOU go? Lyrics




Posted up in nature, sense of self endangered
Like a grizzly bear when he is near a ranger
Not gonna lie, my brain is claimin' I'm uneducated
Like the POTUS during all of my conversations

At least I can stop to quickly smell the paintbrush
I'd use it for my illustration, but it's such a big rush
So, when I get the fix, like the Knicks or the Sixers: big bucks
I gotta spend 'em to get messed
An arm an a leg for forcing artistic bench press?
My darkness is endless, 'cause I'm in heaven here, but my mind is relentless
It's like, "Gotta make my Blonde, also my Endless, but gotta leave it at inspo, no credit"
Well, if that's the case, then why don't I just elaborate and finish it off?
I'll have it all done by Saturday, woah
Stand away, my brain is goin' in the standard way
It's like I forgot my plan today and then you walked by, and I had to say

How far can you go now?

So morally quantized that I may puke
The human jukebox, give me a coin then it's on you
I'm oiled better than a robot who can't feel blue
Dancin' like a monkey
My stance is neutral, yet informed
I simply follow suit, and what results is rather funky
I turn into Noah Joad, and nothin' is givin' me overload, no
Could be a step back, but I could be rippin' up the road, though
Dropped emotions, droppin' a gem, you sit back for the show, oh
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English

Posted up in nature, sense of self endangered
Like a grizzly bear when he is near a ranger
Not gonna lie, my brain is claimin' I'm uneducated
Like the POTUS during all of my conversations

At least I can stop to quickly smell the paintbrush
I'd use it for my illustration, but it's such a big rush
So, when I get the fix, like the Knicks or the Sixers: big bucks
I gotta spend 'em to get messed
An arm an a leg for forcing artistic bench press?
My darkness is endless, 'cause I'm in heaven here, but my mind is relentless
It's like, "Gotta make my Blonde, also my Endless, but gotta leave it at inspo, no credit"
Well, if that's the case, then why don't I just elaborate and finish it off?
I'll have it all done by Saturday, woah
Stand away, my brain is goin' in the standard way
It's like I forgot my plan today and then you walked by, and I had to say

How far can you go now?

So morally quantized that I may puke
The human jukebox, give me a coin then it's on you
I'm oiled better than a robot who can't feel blue
Dancin' like a monkey
My stance is neutral, yet informed
I simply follow suit, and what results is rather funky
I turn into Noah Joad, and nothin' is givin' me overload, no
Could be a step back, but I could be rippin' up the road, though
Dropped emotions, droppin' a gem, you sit back for the show, oh
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Writer: Laura White, Walt Mudie
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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