Shooting stars, all I see is light
All I see is patience in her eyes
Space and the divine, I've been awaiting my demise
No place, this ain't the time, let's just enjoy the day together
Kev we ain't getting no younger
The hunger for what's beyond us won't matter if all you're seeing are these
Questions in the sky, don't even mention how or why the universe came to be
What's a dimensional divide, have to do with you and I
Well me and myself and my loneliness
Before you, you were my only wish, and the day I met you like holy shit
Is my soul-equipped to go from quitting goals
And holding bowls, to putting my soul in this?
What is happiness? Is it sappy shit? Wasted my time only asking if
Wasting away on a lasting kiss, do I have to quit, am I a masochist?
Passive kid, but an activist, or are my tactics way too inadequate?
Who could I be? How would I act if ya'll weren't looking? What am I really?
What am I now?
Just an aggregate of average kids
And advertisements adding shit and battle rapping advocates?
Well none of it matters, looking at the shooting stars
Jesus of Nazareth, stepping out of a Lazarus pit
Feel like a maverick
This splits like an asterisk, it's what I'm on
They're trying to see what I'm on
A diamond in the rough, like Simon
I could never crawl deep enough
I rhyme on any beat, wrap it like a python
I just need a pair of matching bygones
I could turn an icon into a collection of ions
Byron, young lord with a Nikon
Gram hoes stepping out, only nylon
Who's your favorite rapper, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan
(Dial on) every number working in the book
Thinking I might need a song with hooks
For the looks, that's me trying to get my style on
Ya'll f*cks just need to construct additional pylons
So pile on the violence, my scions at Zion in silence
The ironic fact that my eyelids only pried open by the mileage
So vibe on
Blowing up like a pipe bomb
On tour like Ni Hao Kai Lan
I move steady like the night fog over nice lawns on a white dawn
Brown dwarf star
You said I couldn't do it
You were quite wrong
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Shooting stars, all I see is light
All I see is patience in her eyes
Space and the divine, I've been awaiting my demise
No place, this ain't the time, let's just enjoy the day together
Kev we ain't getting no younger
The hunger for what's beyond us won't matter if all you're seeing are these
Questions in the sky, don't even mention how or why the universe came to be
What's a dimensional divide, have to do with you and I
Well me and myself and my loneliness
Before you, you were my only wish, and the day I met you like holy shit
Is my soul-equipped to go from quitting goals
And holding bowls, to putting my soul in this?
What is happiness? Is it sappy shit? Wasted my time only asking if
Wasting away on a lasting kiss, do I have to quit, am I a masochist?
Passive kid, but an activist, or are my tactics way too inadequate?
Who could I be? How would I act if ya'll weren't looking? What am I really?
What am I now?
Just an aggregate of average kids
And advertisements adding shit and battle rapping advocates?
Well none of it matters, looking at the shooting stars
Jesus of Nazareth, stepping out of a Lazarus pit
Feel like a maverick
This splits like an asterisk, it's what I'm on
They're trying to see what I'm on
A diamond in the rough, like Simon
I could never crawl deep enough
I rhyme on any beat, wrap it like a python
I just need a pair of matching bygones
I could turn an icon into a collection of ions
Byron, young lord with a Nikon
Gram hoes stepping out, only nylon
Who's your favorite rapper, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan
(Dial on) every number working in the book
Thinking I might need a song with hooks
For the looks, that's me trying to get my style on
Ya'll f*cks just need to construct additional pylons
So pile on the violence, my scions at Zion in silence
The ironic fact that my eyelids only pried open by the mileage
So vibe on
Blowing up like a pipe bomb
On tour like Ni Hao Kai Lan
I move steady like the night fog over nice lawns on a white dawn
Brown dwarf star
You said I couldn't do it
You were quite wrong
All I see is patience in her eyes
Space and the divine, I've been awaiting my demise
No place, this ain't the time, let's just enjoy the day together
Kev we ain't getting no younger
The hunger for what's beyond us won't matter if all you're seeing are these
Questions in the sky, don't even mention how or why the universe came to be
What's a dimensional divide, have to do with you and I
Well me and myself and my loneliness
Before you, you were my only wish, and the day I met you like holy shit
Is my soul-equipped to go from quitting goals
And holding bowls, to putting my soul in this?
What is happiness? Is it sappy shit? Wasted my time only asking if
Wasting away on a lasting kiss, do I have to quit, am I a masochist?
Passive kid, but an activist, or are my tactics way too inadequate?
Who could I be? How would I act if ya'll weren't looking? What am I really?
What am I now?
Just an aggregate of average kids
And advertisements adding shit and battle rapping advocates?
Well none of it matters, looking at the shooting stars
Jesus of Nazareth, stepping out of a Lazarus pit
Feel like a maverick
This splits like an asterisk, it's what I'm on
They're trying to see what I'm on
A diamond in the rough, like Simon
I could never crawl deep enough
I rhyme on any beat, wrap it like a python
I just need a pair of matching bygones
I could turn an icon into a collection of ions
Byron, young lord with a Nikon
Gram hoes stepping out, only nylon
Who's your favorite rapper, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan
(Dial on) every number working in the book
Thinking I might need a song with hooks
For the looks, that's me trying to get my style on
Ya'll f*cks just need to construct additional pylons
So pile on the violence, my scions at Zion in silence
The ironic fact that my eyelids only pried open by the mileage
So vibe on
Blowing up like a pipe bomb
On tour like Ni Hao Kai Lan
I move steady like the night fog over nice lawns on a white dawn
Brown dwarf star
You said I couldn't do it
You were quite wrong
Writer: Kevin Varghese
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