[verse1:luna999]
The sea be meltin with the thoughts about us trough shores
And im thinkin bout the starships and drug dose
And we be walkin and talkin rymes bout corrupted times
And how we used to dance to the flashing lights
And bout scars, tracing the rise of suns
And imma blast a few blunts and follow the signs
The science of the cars and the lines of existence
And question the bars of the distance
Is the mistress privileged? and is the pilgrim fiction
Equivalent to numbers, and are we real?
And what is this feeling of sorrow in my dreams
Still images framed in the bliss
Plus this trees they make me hazy
Plus this streets, they baby chasing the moon
And the night and my face in the water
The surreal aspects of verbal disorder
[hook:luna999]X2
Bring it out front, bring it out front
Bring it out front the fiction
The moon be the god
With the wind on the side
And the stars my prediction
Bring it out front, bring it out front
Bring it out front the fiction
The sun gonna ride from the streets
Trough the beats and pa**in the trees
Straight to my kitchen
[verse2:cutk**]
Lookin trough my window drinking tea with some milk
Smoking cigarettes thinkin bout everything around this world
My thoughts been jumpin from place to place
And im ready to erase memories of bad days
Any time you can visit my place
Share the perfect happiness A.K.A bliss
Talk with me about coexistence of humans and aliens
Angel d**h or even galaxy guardians
When we communicate earth shifts fast
Blast blast best times i had my most gifted friend
No future no past so let us burn it fast
Mother moon is watching so we must do our best
Give your map so i can travel up to distant lands
Ill send you endless postcards signed to my dearest friends
Once again yall blast blast blast blast
Switchin
[hook:luna999]X2
Bring it out front, bring it out front
Bring it out front the fiction
The moon be the god
With the wind on the side
And the stars my prediction
Bring it out front, bring it out front
Bring it out front the fiction
The sun gonna ride from the streets
Trough the beats and pa**in the trees
Straight to my kitchen