[Hook: Panaeolus.lbk]
Vines, limbs on a tree, that’s the mossy
Green, watch the falling leaves. Alive then deceased
Where’s my phone?
Where’s my phone?

[Verse 1: Young Antarctica]
Reporting live in the technological advances with humanity
In developing ... the character reintegrating society
Solidified from anxiety & these complications
Development of evolving species off information
Stacked up like compilations
Meditation off medication
As respiration bounds humanity aspirations
Inspiring imagination
Co-existing in integration ...as we living with the...

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Panaeolus.lbk]
Technological network, mathematical protocols
Algorithms predict us all, even when the humans will fall
Computer generated society; I want to be a robot when I grow up
Cyber-social analogy-- we grow with technology
I want to go to Mars and drive fancy flying cars
Cultivate Kush on the moon, eat mushrooms and float along
I want robot arms …
Bring back dinosaurs…
[Hook]
(Beat Pause)

[Outro Hook: Panaeolus.lbk]
Here they come, here we go
Trippy Worth in this ho
Vines, limbs on a tree, that’s the mossy
Green, watch the falling leaves. Alive then deceased
Where’s my phone?
Where’s my phone?