Yo

Waltz in the moonlight

With the fog settling ahead of morning dew

I wish i could redo nights like this

Move like my shoes got a tight fit

Little slower than usual

In tune like a psychic

And Baton Rouge is not a ruse on my own sidekick

We keep it cool

Go to the moon

Astral projecting didn't come easy to me

Once I got it I went to Paris I went to Giza

But my dreams stopped
I was embarrassed but now i see that i just need a blunt and a nag champa for peace and comfort

I think i'm hexed

I don't know why i'm seeing this

Or maybe it's next dimensional beings

Trying to channel me

Like i'm just a vessel

Tired of demons and coffins

Wheezing and coughing like even breathings exhausting these days

Even I'm sparking a j

Weaving my thoughts in the grey

Speeding through time and space

Cheers