Look on up see constellations
Billions of little cosmic nations
Nothing found no destination
Desserts filled with desolation
We're alone on sovereign stations
Waiting for our right combinations
Which will lead to conversations
Emancipate these proclamations
Time to dry those honey eyes
Darkness starts to purify
In disguise it clouds my skies
So fine divine I testify.
Higher than the highest highs
Shock enough to paralyze
As we drift without a care
Chilling in the wood woods
Take a breath cool mountain air
Smoking all our good goods
What we got is something rare
Doing what we should should
Stop for a minute and stare
Chilling in the wood woods
Bags have finally been unpacked
Brains a train way off a track
Fighting off internal attack
Felt not enough but got it back
Make up for the things I lack
Make out with a couple stacks
Seal the deal that caused the cracks
Shine in love to the moon and back
The fact that we act our shoe size
Mess and stress will organize