Lunar Vibe

Man I’m at the corner with the bloodclart messiah
Nobody’s a saint, free from blemish, the pariah-
Of appearance, aesthetic, man objectively forget it
It looks good but not pragmatic, doesn’t work so you just end it
People have suggested write a book but then I tell ‘em-
The emotional expression-
Of the organ cerebellum takes on many transformations
Yeah and some of them in music
So when you see the head-bobbing goon in Uzzi don’t abuse him
No we back in the car, cruising on the highway!
Looking at the city, damn there’s robbery like highway-
While I’m just tryna be like Ai Wei-
Wei with this art, expressed through the keys when my emotions do depart
And that’s why I do the music! Do I need another reason?
The money, the clothes, be protected through the seasons-
Or the blowjob to your ego, man if that’s what you require-
Then we don’t belong together like a concord and a spire, yeah!
We flowin'!
Walking through these streets, yeah the Gotham of Afrique
Thinking ‘round the corner, man I’m gonna see a freak
And they might have a knife or some other kind of weapon
And they might take my life or some other kind possession
Outchea it’s dead quiet, and eerie kind of night
So there’s no one to protect you, no one to break up a fight
Said it’s shite, aw man, but it’s a pretty kind of light!
Got the reds, got the blues, got the pinks and yeah it’s ‘aight!
Waiting for the sun rise
It’s out in the sky!
Nature’s colour pallet reminding me I’m a sweet guy!
Check, showing loves reciprocal, that knowledge isn’t biblical!
It’s this thing that’s called experience, it makes us so delirious
But diligence expected, not neglected for a second!
Don’t come at me with lies man don’t come at me with jet-
Gas, fuel, petrol, Internet hype!
Miss me with that shit man I guess I’m not the type!