[Produced by 808x]

[Verse 1]

Forget the drama, the problems, unless you talking 'bout Solve

And if you not then you might as well not be talking at all

Problem child, flower child from the crust and the core

It's kinda awesome how we blossom in the dusk and the dawn

(fuck it I'm on) Every planet I imagine, and more

This is my canvas, a canvas of flying colors galore

Flying shuttles across every time machine

But sometimes I feel a little orange cos nobody really rhymes with me

Fine with me, I'm a dying breed

It's kinda like playing a game of hide and seek - I run with what I find in me

So come and trip with me, fly with me, live with me, die with me

Blink your eyes and listen in silence - up on my

Space Whip

[Hook]

You can hop on my space whip

Land on Uranus then we back again at Kayz' crib, basement

You can hop up on my space whip

It feels amazing baby, welcome to The Matrix, Matrix

You can hop up on my space whip, space whip [x2]

Welcome to The Matrix

[Verse 2]

Afro-astronaut, aka Mr. Pass The Pot

Hit it while I'm driving like "Mayday Mayday we crashing off"

Blasting off, only go school to do the Asher Roth

Back, forth, riding in the night like David Hasselhof

Astrology and apricot space jam for the appetite

I can see the frequency frequently through the satellites

Energy from the pyramids, NZT - I'm so limitless

And life is made of images so you should try and picture this

The present is all we're gifted with

365 christmas's

It's infinite, infinite - taken up from the immanent

Caking up from the dividends, waking up from oblivion

[Hook]

[Outro]

My calendar - cold days and warm nights

In my character - role plays and strobe lights

Sun shining dark rays and making the storm bright

In the midst of all, I look for myself in the fog sight

Navigation all fucked - had me taking the wrong right

But if writing is wrong then I'm living a wrong life

Wrong kite, wrong cloud, wrong joy, wrong me