123456 in my car until 12345 in the morning
Laughing all the way on the highway on our way downtown to go and see a show
These are the times that stand out my mind fill my album full of photos
These are The Times that everything is fine
Memories it's always in slowmo
If there ever comes a day
That we can't think of what to say
That we Run out of molding clay
That we Run out of things to paint
We would fall apart from the pain
Because We're made from poetry
And cradled by this galaxy
Many times the man chased happiness
To the world's end but you know the fact is
It's relative to lookin your glasses
So don't follow the money like the masses
I know the big money big house attractive
Make you want to step on your brother to get at it
TV wants you to be a money addict
Look at all the happy rich people that's bull shit
Money is a drug You gotta try to understand this
Brokers jump from the windows if they can't have it
You gotta stay strong and escape all the madness
There's only one love that there's only 1 planet
Love is the stardust that were all made from
Love is the construct to make one nation
Hug one another with no hesitation
The future depends on love vibrations
Poetry translates life into phrases
Come from all nations from all races
Mind reshaped what it has right in front of it
Into a new thing for the creative love of it
This life is a metaphor It's animation
Is the machinery from power of creation
Movement come into formation
Art from God's mind Concentration
Everybody has a purpose, here because they should be
Some things may not be important as you believe
If you meditate look around at the space wherein
Try to see us all through to God imagination
People study Van Gogh looking through brush strokes
I study life by looking at us folks
Love Gravity will pull you toward me
That's the natural state of things
If there ever comes a day
That we can't think of what to say
That we Run out of molding clay
That we Run out of things to paint
We would fall apart from the pain
Because We're made from poetry
And cradled by this galaxy
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123456 in my car until 12345 in the morning
Laughing all the way on the highway on our way downtown to go and see a show
These are the times that stand out my mind fill my album full of photos
These are The Times that everything is fine
Memories it's always in slowmo
If there ever comes a day
That we can't think of what to say
That we Run out of molding clay
That we Run out of things to paint
We would fall apart from the pain
Because We're made from poetry
And cradled by this galaxy
Many times the man chased happiness
To the world's end but you know the fact is
It's relative to lookin your glasses
So don't follow the money like the masses
I know the big money big house attractive
Make you want to step on your brother to get at it
TV wants you to be a money addict
Look at all the happy rich people that's bull shit
Money is a drug You gotta try to understand this
Brokers jump from the windows if they can't have it
You gotta stay strong and escape all the madness
There's only one love that there's only 1 planet
Love is the stardust that were all made from
Love is the construct to make one nation
Hug one another with no hesitation
The future depends on love vibrations
Poetry translates life into phrases
Come from all nations from all races
Mind reshaped what it has right in front of it
Into a new thing for the creative love of it
This life is a metaphor It's animation
Is the machinery from power of creation
Movement come into formation
Art from God's mind Concentration
Everybody has a purpose, here because they should be
Some things may not be important as you believe
If you meditate look around at the space wherein
Try to see us all through to God imagination
People study Van Gogh looking through brush strokes
I study life by looking at us folks
Love Gravity will pull you toward me
That's the natural state of things
If there ever comes a day
That we can't think of what to say
That we Run out of molding clay
That we Run out of things to paint
We would fall apart from the pain
Because We're made from poetry
And cradled by this galaxy
Laughing all the way on the highway on our way downtown to go and see a show
These are the times that stand out my mind fill my album full of photos
These are The Times that everything is fine
Memories it's always in slowmo
If there ever comes a day
That we can't think of what to say
That we Run out of molding clay
That we Run out of things to paint
We would fall apart from the pain
Because We're made from poetry
And cradled by this galaxy
Many times the man chased happiness
To the world's end but you know the fact is
It's relative to lookin your glasses
So don't follow the money like the masses
I know the big money big house attractive
Make you want to step on your brother to get at it
TV wants you to be a money addict
Look at all the happy rich people that's bull shit
Money is a drug You gotta try to understand this
Brokers jump from the windows if they can't have it
You gotta stay strong and escape all the madness
There's only one love that there's only 1 planet
Love is the stardust that were all made from
Love is the construct to make one nation
Hug one another with no hesitation
The future depends on love vibrations
Poetry translates life into phrases
Come from all nations from all races
Mind reshaped what it has right in front of it
Into a new thing for the creative love of it
This life is a metaphor It's animation
Is the machinery from power of creation
Movement come into formation
Art from God's mind Concentration
Everybody has a purpose, here because they should be
Some things may not be important as you believe
If you meditate look around at the space wherein
Try to see us all through to God imagination
People study Van Gogh looking through brush strokes
I study life by looking at us folks
Love Gravity will pull you toward me
That's the natural state of things
If there ever comes a day
That we can't think of what to say
That we Run out of molding clay
That we Run out of things to paint
We would fall apart from the pain
Because We're made from poetry
And cradled by this galaxy
Writer: JEREMY CHAD ABBOTT
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave