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jaront - mars landscape lyrics

talking:

(alex blum)

we on the same page man

intro:

hey, it feels like flying on my sp-ceship. this is just a day trip
feels like i’m flying on a spaaaceship. but this is just a day trip

first verse:

(t. ross)

emotional rollercoaster
it’s my realm now. p-ss me controller
rover, hova, rock the casbah
hash in the spliff and remove the asphalt
it’s a day for hippie
psilocybin mysteries
and i lost my grip see, but i kinda like it
mind over matter sh-t. i’m psyyychic

talking:

(alex blum)

oh, he wants to do it again
but you get one choice in this life
one chance in this life
we only do it once

second verse:

while the b-tterflys flutter by above the sky i’ll hover by
minding mine. please, don’t be minding me
feeling kinda strange. how do i define unique?
hmm, i’m trying to speak
i find the breeze behind the trees
re-re-re-re-re-winding these
psychedelic vibrancies
why am i feeling like my mind is cheese?

talking:

(alex blum)

oh, he wants to do it again
but you get one choice in this life
one chance in this life
we only do it once

second verse (retake):

while the b-tterflys flutter by above the sky i’ll hover by
minding mine, please, don’t be minding me
feeling kinda strange. how do i define unique?
hmm man, i’m trying to speak
i find the breeze behind the trees
re-re-winding.. re-wind, re-winding these
psychedelic vibrancies
why am i feeling like my mind is cheese?

yeah, i know it’s weird

last verse:

on my mind
where did i find myself?
i rhyme myself or think i rhyme myself
without any kind of help
like why i dealt with any sorts of fine myself
and watch it, reverse the track go slower
we just get used to the motion and do it over and over (t. ross: who-oah)
hmm, no sir (he’s back)
sh-t is different. like what’s this ripping in my
cy-cle. in my eye: in my peripheral vision
kicking. catch my drift and we up on that sh-t: uplifted
and we smoking on that piff. call me gifted
oh, what is this., terrific type of sh-t we kicking
different kinds of times i flip in different kind of rhymes or vocal flow cadence. remote bowl;
like uncontrollable, like what we on. that ship on solar though
cause the sun give me my energy. and we need it to breathe and release my rhymes
over different types of wax and beats and repeats
and whatever the timing is, we are finding it
like why this sh-t in the bag? this sh-t’s crazy
getting in my mind hazy. i’m dazed, see, for days., she’s
smoking that paisley and drinking baileys
on the daily; crazy

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