skies be cotton candy
Weather summer fire
Smokin purple drinkin brandy
Really got me floatin higher
Cool sensations
Frequencies & vibrations
Leave the matrix
Destination infinite, in tune with the constellations
Star struck anomaly
Too late to be a prodigy
So imma be what imma be
3 eyes is how imma see
One thing for certain pull up the curtain imma blow up atomically
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Author:
asrealastheycome (
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- Category: Spiritual
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