LYRICS
作词 : David Bayley
作曲 : David Bayley
So I've been gazing at the stars for a minute
Never could connect the constellations
But I liked the way they all kinda shimmer
City light, pollution's in the vaults, not waiting
In black coals, strips walls in the matrix
Leave me an enigma, food for thought, I'm the top chef
And in the box lost profit
Speak to the cosmos before thoughts process
Right my little poor bear, wanna take a chance?
Wanna sip this smooth air, kick it in the sand
I said I told you so ,but you just gonna cry
You just wanna know those peanut butter vibes
Pray, pray, I can't, I can't pray
Pray, pray...
Preach
Meaning's my end language
State super beings under trees of the land and space
See the sharks in the distance, watch me swim in their direction
Archbishop of the new world, curled and the best found
Pearls in the wreckage, found them
Run a thousand ships to arm the armada
Garments aren't posture slick
ONYX and jade weapons in cold breast plate
Blessed with the crest wind, then go
oh I come close
Let me show you everything I know
Jungle slang
Spinning around my head and I stare
My my simple sir , this ain't gonna work
Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs
I can't take this place
No I can't take this place
I just wanna go where I can get some space
Pray, pray
I can't, I can't pray
pray,pray...
My my simple sir, this ain't gonna work
Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs
I can't take this place
No I can't take this place
I just wanna go where I can get some space