[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