I made sure it was mine

Made sure it was money

Made sure it was mine

[Verse 1 (Blake Anthony)]

Yo

I’m writing songs on an LA porch

Blunts looking like the fingers

On the black hand side

Can’t shake my pride

Soul thoughts

From the bottom of the well

Inside

Closed eyes keep the spirit

Hella frail and blind

Quell my mind

I’m hearing about the hell that’s hot

And we might fry

Cause we love life

Fine wines, fine dimes

And impatience

Drunken fornication

Dropping thoughts from a spaceship

[Hook (Blake Anthony)]

Thеy fall along the stars

Drifting in stereo

Wе ball, we fall alone

Drifting in stereo

My thoughts not all my own

Living in stereo

They fall along the stars

Drifting in stereo

[Verse 2 (Talaya.)]

The world order is

Miseducate the masses

Food for thought

To keep us boxed in classes

Collecting paper

For the corrupt and passionless

Ask this

How many shootings we’ve had?

How many babies we lost?

How many hating they black?

How many fathers got locked?

We living online

Confined to this small idea of freedom

Misleading our own people

Everyday I wake up, grab my phone

Didn’t do that on my own

Scroll all night

Then sleep ’til dawn

Assuming I’m alone

My FBI agent working overtime

Recording my phone

Tapping all my lines

This is what we have subscribed to, to

[Hook (Talaya.)]

They fall along the stars

Drifting in stereo

We ball, we fall alone

Drifting in stereo

My thoughts not all my own

Living in stereo

They fall along the stars

Drifting in stereo

*spaceship sounds*

Thank you for listening

To The Nanostorm

On Star Stereo

NANOSTORM

*radio sounds*