So here's the deal
there are no maps in my cabinet anymore
for the lands I do not know there is no need to chart
I'ma grace the darkness in shapes you'll only recognize as the new art
and twist my cap 'til the sun comes up
bounces rays of light and sound offa the sequoia tree sap
and I find myself sippin' bacardi as my lady takes 'hold me
so clean but oh so dirty / light up the dub give me a second
to inhale deeply and lean back onto you
my love are the pill I pop the ecstasy I cop
your scent makes my vision blurry
so I hope you think my cataracts are sexy
that the scratches I leave are lovely
that the tracks we carve exist in a space
where the clouds reside around our knees
please believe that I now know how far I'd go to be artful with you
I'd starve myself 'til my ribcage shows
just so you could see how brightly my heart glows
how deeply it beats with every palpitation
for the beauty we'll grow in the garden in the sea
where thrown stone ripples are just the first breathes and dreams
of tidal waves that'll bring us together show us home to the bed of roses
where all alone we'll not be afraid to scream or take it to the streets
the vinyls will spin
writers will spray up on brick walls a piece
to commemorate the moment when art bloomed
as these grooving souls came to meet
under the moon high at noon
when we came to converge
under the back slid and none too soon
dropped beat skipped down and out
my lips against your mouth
so here's the deal let's create let us elate let's lean back
let's meditate on the shapes they'll only recognize as the new art
and twist my cap 'til the sun comes up
bounces rays of light and sound offa the sequoia tree sap
and I find myself sippin' bacardi as my lady takes 'hold me so clean but oh so dirty...
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