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pitch 92 – lost in space lyrics

[chorus: confucius mc]
awaking [?]
still dreaming away

[verse 1: jehst]
so what’s on the cards?
gypsies reading my palms
christians deep in the psalms
oh, lord
sh-t’s so hard
your mans used to work with his hands
now he’s picking up arms
get you more than a slap on the wrist
that’s the risk
you ain’t the star type, that’s an asterisk
i’m more like hunter s on an acid trip
i’ve got your number, yes
i’m sinking your battleship
get to paddling
you spit a dart, i spit a javelin
it’s the holy spirit that i’m channelling
you’re challenging the chaplain
i’m always changing and adapting
now i’m at the table with the captain
salt beef beigel in the napkin
make a chap sing like nat king
when she does that thing
lauryn hill
with her face on a dollar bill
body built out of solid steel
i take my place where the scholars chill
until then a cl-ssic case of
‘if i don’t do it
n0body will’
not stopping still
just reached john o’ groats
ain’t had a proper meal since forest hill
the hunger’s real, this is not a game
still i find i’m
running through a maze like the mockingjay
and i’m amazed to hear you mocking j
they’re hanging off my every word
don’t give a f-ck what you’ve got to say

[chorus: confucius mc]
with all these odds stacked up against you
what game you tryna play?
we’re lost in sp-ce, don’t watch no face
that won’t give me the time of day

watch this sp-ce, he’s a basket case
the survey says, ‘i’m insane’

awaking [?]
still dreaming away

[verse 2: confucius mc]
what’s on the cards?
a challenge, look beyond the mirage
the fine balance of song and dance
perform well, adapt to the storm well
because now everyday is like a p-ssage from orwell
staring as the signal fades
everyday is like the crystal maze
chasing shiny paper for prizes
with a blissful face
but it’s all for fun
yo, it’s one for all
but it’s very rarely all for one
you want that proper sh-t
that [?]
live from the land of false promises
the [sky that was sought to honour sh-t and never follow it?]
the truth is on some ‘hard to swallow’ sh-t
free as a swallow lives
the idea is yours till they borrow it
we dwell in the realm of the art
where tomorrow lives
thought becomes flesh
words manifest from the same essence
that gave the first man his test

[chorus: confucius mc]
with all these odds stacked up against you
what game you tryna play?
we’re lost in sp-ce, don’t watch no face
that won’t give me the time of day

watch this sp-ce, he’s a basket case
the survey says, ‘i’m insane’

awaking [?] still dreaming away

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