[Produced by 808x]
[Verse 1]
Forget the drama, the problems, unless you talking 'bout Solve
And if you not then you might as well not be talking at all
Problem child, flower child from the crust and the core
It's kinda awesome how we blossom in the dusk and the dawn
(f** it I'm on) Every planet I imagine, and more
This is my canvas, a canvas of flying colors galore
Flying shuttles across every time machine
But sometimes I feel a little orange cos nobody really rhymes with me
Fine with me, I'm a dying breed
It's kinda like playing a game of hide and seek - I run with what I find in me
So come and trip with me, fly with me, live with me, die with me
Blink your eyes and listen in silence - up on my
Space Whip
[Hook]
You can hop on my space whip
Land on Uran*s then we back again at Kayz' crib, basement
You can hop up on my space whip
It feels amazing baby, welcome to The Matrix, Matrix
You can hop up on my space whip, space whip [x2]
Welcome to The Matrix
[Verse 2]
Afro-astronaut, aka Mr. Pa** The Pot
Hit it while I'm driving like "Mayday Mayday we crashing off"
Blasting off, only go school to do the Asher Roth
Back, forth, riding in the night like David Ha**elhof
Astrology and apricot space jam for the appetite
I can see the frequency frequently through the satellites
Energy from the pyramids, NZT - I'm so limitless
And life is made of images so you should try and picture this
The present is all we're gifted with
365 christmas's
It's infinite, infinite - taken up from the immanent
Caking up from the dividends, waking up from oblivion
[Hook]
[Outro]
My calendar - cold days and warm nights
In my character - role plays and strobe lights
Sun shining dark rays and making the storm bright
In the midst of all, I look for myself in the fog sight
Navigation all f**ed - had me taking the wrong right
But if writing is wrong then I'm living a wrong life
Wrong kite, wrong cloud, wrong joy, wrong me