(Love
Ah
Jesus he's tripping and that's when the plot thicken
Woah
Get a feel for the moment, field of the flowers I roll in
Uh, Ah, Woah)
Aye, get a feel for the moment (It's nice)
Field of the flowers I roll in (Think twice)
No more tokens to play this game
I stay in rainy days, all of my soil suffice
With like little to no light (Too bright)
My roots they grow under luna (On sight)
Guess you can call it some moonshine
Mumble through memories, seventeen got a DUI
Swerve through cerebrum it's nothing (Absurd)
Used to be f*cked up to function (Like Earth)
F*ck it, I figure it's fiction, we figures that's sticking to something above us
Fun just to funnel assumptions (Word)
Though sometimes I'm stuck in a scenery (Heard chef)
Frame never focused with blurred catatonic Antonio so and so
Yeah, deaf to the vision, well who isn't, he don't drop nothing (Nah)
Bet it was written seven-milly years ago my spirit wrote "Just hold up this goated, I got something"
Jesus he's tripping
(Write that down, write that down, write that down)
Jesus he's tripping and that's when the plot thicken
Dark when the sun isn't risen I'm not running
Rays of the soul pave the road, we rumble in rotted oven (Scorch)
Baked to the skull, hate it when it's dull
Maybe need sharpen your thoughts cousin
Chops on the track like I'm Paul Bunyan (Slice)
Cuts through a lot of this heart rugged
Rust on the blade of these thought bubbles, I forgot hundreds like
Swerve through cerebrum it's nothing
Used to be f*cked up to function
F*ck it, I figure it's fiction, we figures that's sticking to something above us
Fun just to funnel assumptions (Word)
Though sometimes I'm stuck in a scenery (Heard chef)
Frame never focused with blurred catatonic Antonio so and so
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(Love
Ah
Jesus he's tripping and that's when the plot thicken
Woah
Get a feel for the moment, field of the flowers I roll in
Uh, Ah, Woah)
Aye, get a feel for the moment (It's nice)
Field of the flowers I roll in (Think twice)
No more tokens to play this game
I stay in rainy days, all of my soil suffice
With like little to no light (Too bright)
My roots they grow under luna (On sight)
Guess you can call it some moonshine
Mumble through memories, seventeen got a DUI
Swerve through cerebrum it's nothing (Absurd)
Used to be f*cked up to function (Like Earth)
F*ck it, I figure it's fiction, we figures that's sticking to something above us
Fun just to funnel assumptions (Word)
Though sometimes I'm stuck in a scenery (Heard chef)
Frame never focused with blurred catatonic Antonio so and so
Yeah, deaf to the vision, well who isn't, he don't drop nothing (Nah)
Bet it was written seven-milly years ago my spirit wrote "Just hold up this goated, I got something"
Jesus he's tripping
(Write that down, write that down, write that down)
Jesus he's tripping and that's when the plot thicken
Dark when the sun isn't risen I'm not running
Rays of the soul pave the road, we rumble in rotted oven (Scorch)
Baked to the skull, hate it when it's dull
Maybe need sharpen your thoughts cousin
Chops on the track like I'm Paul Bunyan (Slice)
Cuts through a lot of this heart rugged
Rust on the blade of these thought bubbles, I forgot hundreds like
Swerve through cerebrum it's nothing
Used to be f*cked up to function
F*ck it, I figure it's fiction, we figures that's sticking to something above us
Fun just to funnel assumptions (Word)
Though sometimes I'm stuck in a scenery (Heard chef)
Frame never focused with blurred catatonic Antonio so and so
Ah
Jesus he's tripping and that's when the plot thicken
Woah
Get a feel for the moment, field of the flowers I roll in
Uh, Ah, Woah)
Aye, get a feel for the moment (It's nice)
Field of the flowers I roll in (Think twice)
No more tokens to play this game
I stay in rainy days, all of my soil suffice
With like little to no light (Too bright)
My roots they grow under luna (On sight)
Guess you can call it some moonshine
Mumble through memories, seventeen got a DUI
Swerve through cerebrum it's nothing (Absurd)
Used to be f*cked up to function (Like Earth)
F*ck it, I figure it's fiction, we figures that's sticking to something above us
Fun just to funnel assumptions (Word)
Though sometimes I'm stuck in a scenery (Heard chef)
Frame never focused with blurred catatonic Antonio so and so
Yeah, deaf to the vision, well who isn't, he don't drop nothing (Nah)
Bet it was written seven-milly years ago my spirit wrote "Just hold up this goated, I got something"
Jesus he's tripping
(Write that down, write that down, write that down)
Jesus he's tripping and that's when the plot thicken
Dark when the sun isn't risen I'm not running
Rays of the soul pave the road, we rumble in rotted oven (Scorch)
Baked to the skull, hate it when it's dull
Maybe need sharpen your thoughts cousin
Chops on the track like I'm Paul Bunyan (Slice)
Cuts through a lot of this heart rugged
Rust on the blade of these thought bubbles, I forgot hundreds like
Swerve through cerebrum it's nothing
Used to be f*cked up to function
F*ck it, I figure it's fiction, we figures that's sticking to something above us
Fun just to funnel assumptions (Word)
Though sometimes I'm stuck in a scenery (Heard chef)
Frame never focused with blurred catatonic Antonio so and so
Writer: Antonio Martinez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid