Issa Omojola - ASTRAL PROJECTION lyrics

Be spoke, a man with the Heat toke Singular Steps Weigh the Dreams n Hope Whole foods with processed Dope I hope you will Saviour Us There's a purple Pipe Sword hanging from a cup When I close my Eyes too stoned to d bone to open up n look up Tripping off and on like a wet cloth on a line Flowing throughthe Breeze a Friend of heavenly Signs My ink Becomes expensive as I draw intricate lines The separated mould of bricks falls nd turns to a vine I feel shadows pa**ing The Chill night light and ambience Eloping Slowly Developing I can hear your heart,Eaves DROPPING Secluded and near at the Meeting My head bent downwards and mind sinking. Outro Be hold the man with the heat toke All my feat been steady germinating but today they will Grow The kinda growth spurt of Jack n d bean stalk you'll never know