Gooey Rework (feat. Chester Watson)

So I've been gazing at the stars for a minute Never could connect the constellations But I really liked the way they all kinda shimmer City light, pollution's said to be in the fall, now i'm waiting In black coals, strips walls and the matrix Leaves me an enigma, food for thought, I'm the top chef And in the box lost profit Speak to the cosmos before thoughts process Right my little pooh bear, wanna take a chance? Wanna sip the smooth air, kick in the sand? I said I told you so but you just gonna cry You just wanna know, those peanut butter vibes Pray, pray, I can't, I can't pray Pray, pray, peanut butter, i can't pray Preach Meaning's my end language Super beings sign treaties trees of the lands and space See the sharks in the distance, watch me swim in their direction Archbishop of the new world, curied in the mess Found pearls in the wreckage, pawned 'em Spawned a thousand ships to arm the armada Garments, hard posture, slate Onyx and jade weapons in cold breast plate Blessed with the crest made of thin gold Alright, come close Let me show you everything I know A jungle slang Spinning round my head and I stare My, My simple sir This is ain't gonna work Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs I can't take this place, no I can't take this place I just wanna go where I can get some space Pray, pray, I can't, I can't pray Pray, pray, peanut butter, i can't pray My, My simple sir This is ain't gonna work Mind my wicked words and tipsy topsy slurs I can't take this place, no I can't take this place I just wanna go where I can get some space