[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 passin the trees

Straight to my kitchen

[verse2:cutkill]

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 death 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 passin the trees

Straight to my kitchen