[Verse]
Late night scheme is sweeping through the streets of prima donna ville
I find her rather open, got her ocean all inside my gills
That's my shrinks psychosis, like fuck [?] Doctor Phil
A dime'll probably find me when my tools since worked by times to fill
Meet my father oculus, my eyesight twenty four
But [?] third eye blinded by the chakras I don't own
I am just an object, just a pothead to her stove
In a stone head on her islands by the conscious in a cove
And darkness in my glow can stars for other planets
To revolve around this pose
If I had saw him dancing he'd be offered to be blown
Just a hopeless romantic, we call God, well I don't know
God, well I don't know
I heard he wasn't bothered by his thoughts when he's alone
I heard he has a father in the body of a ghost
That ain't which is holy from the hoes and what we know, love
I can see the stars, bitch
I fly in a carpet
Either I been on my boss shit, or maybe I have lost it