Gooey Rework (feat. Chester Watson)

So I've been gazing at the stars for a minute

Never could connect the constellations

But I really liked the way they all kinda shimmer

City light pollution's in the vaults, not waiting

In black coals, strips base walls in the matrix

Leaves me an enigma, food for thought

I'm the top chef

And in the box, lost profit

Speak to the cosmos before thoughts process

Run a little cold there, wanna take a chance

Wanna sip the smog air, can't get in the sand

I said I told you so but you just gonna cry

You just want it all, those peanut butter highs

Pray, pray, I can't, I can't pray

Pray, pray, peanut butter

Can't get in

Meaning to me end language

State super being 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

Spawned 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

Arrive cold close

Let me show you everything I know

Jungle slang

Hit it while my head is out there

Oh my, simple soar

This ain't gonna work

I might think it works

Now just stay as this way

I can't get this place

No, I can't get this place

I just wanna go where I can't get some space

Peanut butter, can't get

Oh my, simple soar

This ain't gonna work

I might think it works

Now just stay as this way

I can't get this place

No, I can't get this place

I just wanna go where I can't get some space