Little Dragon - The Festival lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Let me get a little bit more beat Yeah [Verse: Mac Miller] Ask God if she believe in me and will she accept me as a deity And tell me the secrecy won't keep you free I'm sleeping, won't dream until the demons leave I took a nap, beneath a tree in the shade Feel the sharpness of the swords and blades of gra** Picturing the images that make you laugh I left you out to die, but will you take me back? Somewhere in between the crazy and the conscious She's naked underneath them shadows Let the sunlight undress her slow I don't know who I am, I'm so good at doing impressions though I'm going to the festival, the festival need to let me go I wake up, pop a couple Benadrylls, go back to sleep It's all made up, everything they said was real, it has to be Cause actually the master fast asleep And the castles back back in his private quarters (private quarters) That's a master for you, this a revolution, we don't have no order (no) All this torture, thought I had to warn you Leave it all behind and go to California I'm past the signs, it's the real thing, try an*lyzing this feeling You can't fathom (Can't) [Bridge: Yukimi Nagano of Little Dragon] My hands are ahead the clouds From the clap-clap thunder looking down While you're running around I lift you up when you drown Unlock the mission, the planet in rotation Full speed chasing and you're always running ahead You're always running ahead You got second chances, happy birthday, sweet romances And you battle like a champion, why Do you wanna go, do you wanna go, do you wanna go to the festival You got angels weeping, we can see them dripping from the sky You watch 'em with your third eye (so so) Do you wanna go, do you wanna go, do you wanna go to the festival (to the festival) To the festival (to the festival) To the festival (to the festival) Festival (to the festival) Festival (to the festival) [Outro] Hola, Malcolm Hey man, it's Luis man I'm calling, man, to tell you about the album I listened, it's good I need to tell you, man I tell everyone to listen to the music and it sound like they like it, man It sound like it good. I tell my wife "I'm so proud of him." I tell my girlfriend "I'm so proud of him." And the album is good It's so good I cannot believe it No one can beat you No one can beat you