[Verse]

Late night scheme is sweeping through the streets of prima donna ville

I find her rather open, got her ocean all inside my gills

That's my shrinks psychosis, like fuck [?] Doctor Phil

A dime'll probably find me when my tools since worked by times to fill

Meet my father oculus, my eyesight twenty four

But [?] third eye blinded by the chakras I don't own

I am just an object, just a pothead to her stove

In a stone head on her islands by the conscious in a cove

And darkness in my glow can stars for other planets

To revolve around this pose

If I had saw him dancing he'd be offered to be blown

Just a hopeless romantic, we call God, well I don't know

God, well I don't know

I heard he wasn't bothered by his thoughts when he's alone

I heard he has a father in the body of a ghost

That ain't which is holy from the hoes and what we know, love

I can see the stars, bitch

I fly in a carpet

Either I been on my boss shit, or maybe I have lost it