T-Ross - Mars Landscape lyrics

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T-Ross - Mars Landscape lyrics

Talking: (Alex Blum) We on the same page man Intro: Hey, it feels like flying on my spaceship. This is just a day trip Feels like I'm flying on a spaaaceship. But this is just a day trip First Verse: (T. Ross) Emotional rollercoaster It's my realm now. Pa** me controller Rover, Hova, Rock the Casbah Hash in the spliff and remove the asphalt It's a day for hippie Psilocybin mysteries And I lost my grip see, but I kinda like it Mind over matter sh**. I'm psyyychic Talking: (Alex Blum) Oh, he wants to do it again But you get one choice in this life One chance in this life We only do it once Second Verse: While the bu*terflys flutter by above the sky I'll hover by Minding mine. Please, don't be minding me Feeling kinda strange. How do I define unique? Hmm, I'm trying to speak I find the breeze behind the trees Re-re-re-re-re-winding these Psychedelic vibrancies Why am I feeling like my mind is cheese? Talking: (Alex Blum) Oh, he wants to do it again But you get one choice in this life One chance in this life We only do it once Second Verse (Retake): While the bu*terflys flutter by above the sky I'll hover by Minding mine, please, don't be minding me Feeling kinda strange. How do I define unique? Hmm man, I'm trying to speak I find the breeze behind the trees Re-re-winding.. re-wind, re-winding these Psychedelic vibrancies Why am I feeling like my mind is cheese? Yeah, I know it's weird Last Verse: On my mind Where did I find Myself? I rhyme myself or think I rhyme myself Without any kind of help Like Why I dealt with any sorts of fine Myself And Watch it, reverse the track go Slower We just get used to the motion and do it over and over (T. Ross: Who-oah) Hmm, No sir (he's back) sh** is Different. Like what's this ripping in my Cy-cle. In my eye: in my peripheral vision Kicking. Catch my drift and we up on that sh**: uplifted And we smoking on that Piff. Call me gifted Oh, what is this., Terrific type of sh** we kicking Different kinds of times I flip in different kind of rhymes or vocal flow cadence. Remote bowl; Like Uncontrollable, like what we on. That ship on Solar though Cause the Sun give me my Energy. And we need it to breathe and release my rhymes Over different types of wax and beats and repeats And whatever the Timing is, we are Finding It Like Why this sh** in the bag? This sh**'s Crazy Getting in my mind Hazy. I'm Dazed, see, for Days., She's Smoking that Paisley and Drinking Baileys On the Daily; Crazy