Hi from the other side of Antarctica!
Tuesday thinking of my muse,
I hit snooze,
How could I lose, I've become a recluse, to give up I refuse, lost, we never got to choose, sinister's fuse, I know, Neptune's blues clues,
Monday, done, they say,
"Today is Tuesday, October 29, 2024, 3:11 AM."
Feeling like I'm stuck in a weird place, in between vacancy and void, avoid the acute angle of this Entanglement, arrangement, taking away my heaven, sent a message in a bottle.
Full send, full throttle into the sea, outer space, hoping it reaches your heart's place,
Broken I'm not joking, provoking, losing the race, second place, hell's gate, give and take.
They silence me, every damn place, memories on replay.
World, do you hear me?
Can you hear what my soul wants to say?
Shaded by the pseudo sun's ray, jaded I try to remain elated every damn day.
Play me, they are deranged.
You see, they hate human decency, they want to take our energy.
Can you see what I see?
Black law dictionary, take a pic with me, come quick and redirect your dialect,
Redirect your vision from the obsidian, and rid yourself of greed. I plead, someone hears me.
What is the ending?
Stuck in this state of suspending time.
My moon and I, we cry every time the sun hits our eyes.
To my surprise, they took her too. She really is just a flashlight.
I'm alone in my room losing sight.
They got me hallucinating myself into doom and gloom.
No human for me to ask for help; they silence them too, replace them with their zoo of mutes.
Don't know what I'm supposed to do, terrified of you, yet expose you.
You make me do read that for clues, not obtuse.
No desire for obtuse intrusions, delusions, conclusions, grand illusions.
Oh, how confusing.
Yeah, it is, f*ck that psychic bitch, alluding, intruding.
How rude, eh?
When evil manipulated snitches, matrix glitches begin infusing, refusing them.
Crazy witches, get up off me.
Go back to Laguna with your pseudo concept of me
Atlantis, bitch. I remember, I don't forget shit.
You lie thinking you're so sly.
Think again, freak.
Suck my nonexistent dick.
Oh, the way you do what you do, brilliant.
Well, I'm resilient, Robbins, virtue, what am I supposed to do?
It's Tuesday and all I can think about is my muse
Neptune's clues.
All I do is think about her,
SpyKids, metaphysical hypotenuse, my imagination's fuse.
Astral, I ascend.
They pretend I offend.
Suspend, I redirect.
Come correct, doesn't matter.
System detects, virus
Tesla, in reverse.
All set, intercept, redirect.
I deflect.
Sunset.
Don't trip.
On direct, ttys heaven-sent.
Manifest that, pure ethereal vibes of glad, ah.
Sunrise, 96, oh America, hold steady.
94, give me more, no bore
I'll see you soon.
Ocean waves never miss the shore.
Sea always returns to sand, no matter how grand of evil's plan.
Withstand, transcend, destined
3:39 PM, master plan.
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Hi from the other side of Antarctica!
Tuesday thinking of my muse,
I hit snooze,
How could I lose, I've become a recluse, to give up I refuse, lost, we never got to choose, sinister's fuse, I know, Neptune's blues clues,
Monday, done, they say,
"Today is Tuesday, October 29, 2024, 3:11 AM."
Feeling like I'm stuck in a weird place, in between vacancy and void, avoid the acute angle of this Entanglement, arrangement, taking away my heaven, sent a message in a bottle.
Full send, full throttle into the sea, outer space, hoping it reaches your heart's place,
Broken I'm not joking, provoking, losing the race, second place, hell's gate, give and take.
They silence me, every damn place, memories on replay.
World, do you hear me?
Can you hear what my soul wants to say?
Shaded by the pseudo sun's ray, jaded I try to remain elated every damn day.
Play me, they are deranged.
You see, they hate human decency, they want to take our energy.
Can you see what I see?
Black law dictionary, take a pic with me, come quick and redirect your dialect,
Redirect your vision from the obsidian, and rid yourself of greed. I plead, someone hears me.
What is the ending?
Stuck in this state of suspending time.
My moon and I, we cry every time the sun hits our eyes.
To my surprise, they took her too. She really is just a flashlight.
I'm alone in my room losing sight.
They got me hallucinating myself into doom and gloom.
No human for me to ask for help; they silence them too, replace them with their zoo of mutes.
Don't know what I'm supposed to do, terrified of you, yet expose you.
You make me do read that for clues, not obtuse.
No desire for obtuse intrusions, delusions, conclusions, grand illusions.
Oh, how confusing.
Yeah, it is, f*ck that psychic bitch, alluding, intruding.
How rude, eh?
When evil manipulated snitches, matrix glitches begin infusing, refusing them.
Crazy witches, get up off me.
Go back to Laguna with your pseudo concept of me
Atlantis, bitch. I remember, I don't forget shit.
You lie thinking you're so sly.
Think again, freak.
Suck my nonexistent dick.
Oh, the way you do what you do, brilliant.
Well, I'm resilient, Robbins, virtue, what am I supposed to do?
It's Tuesday and all I can think about is my muse
Neptune's clues.
All I do is think about her,
SpyKids, metaphysical hypotenuse, my imagination's fuse.
Astral, I ascend.
They pretend I offend.
Suspend, I redirect.
Come correct, doesn't matter.
System detects, virus
Tesla, in reverse.
All set, intercept, redirect.
I deflect.
Sunset.
Don't trip.
On direct, ttys heaven-sent.
Manifest that, pure ethereal vibes of glad, ah.
Sunrise, 96, oh America, hold steady.
94, give me more, no bore
I'll see you soon.
Ocean waves never miss the shore.
Sea always returns to sand, no matter how grand of evil's plan.
Withstand, transcend, destined
3:39 PM, master plan.
Tuesday thinking of my muse,
I hit snooze,
How could I lose, I've become a recluse, to give up I refuse, lost, we never got to choose, sinister's fuse, I know, Neptune's blues clues,
Monday, done, they say,
"Today is Tuesday, October 29, 2024, 3:11 AM."
Feeling like I'm stuck in a weird place, in between vacancy and void, avoid the acute angle of this Entanglement, arrangement, taking away my heaven, sent a message in a bottle.
Full send, full throttle into the sea, outer space, hoping it reaches your heart's place,
Broken I'm not joking, provoking, losing the race, second place, hell's gate, give and take.
They silence me, every damn place, memories on replay.
World, do you hear me?
Can you hear what my soul wants to say?
Shaded by the pseudo sun's ray, jaded I try to remain elated every damn day.
Play me, they are deranged.
You see, they hate human decency, they want to take our energy.
Can you see what I see?
Black law dictionary, take a pic with me, come quick and redirect your dialect,
Redirect your vision from the obsidian, and rid yourself of greed. I plead, someone hears me.
What is the ending?
Stuck in this state of suspending time.
My moon and I, we cry every time the sun hits our eyes.
To my surprise, they took her too. She really is just a flashlight.
I'm alone in my room losing sight.
They got me hallucinating myself into doom and gloom.
No human for me to ask for help; they silence them too, replace them with their zoo of mutes.
Don't know what I'm supposed to do, terrified of you, yet expose you.
You make me do read that for clues, not obtuse.
No desire for obtuse intrusions, delusions, conclusions, grand illusions.
Oh, how confusing.
Yeah, it is, f*ck that psychic bitch, alluding, intruding.
How rude, eh?
When evil manipulated snitches, matrix glitches begin infusing, refusing them.
Crazy witches, get up off me.
Go back to Laguna with your pseudo concept of me
Atlantis, bitch. I remember, I don't forget shit.
You lie thinking you're so sly.
Think again, freak.
Suck my nonexistent dick.
Oh, the way you do what you do, brilliant.
Well, I'm resilient, Robbins, virtue, what am I supposed to do?
It's Tuesday and all I can think about is my muse
Neptune's clues.
All I do is think about her,
SpyKids, metaphysical hypotenuse, my imagination's fuse.
Astral, I ascend.
They pretend I offend.
Suspend, I redirect.
Come correct, doesn't matter.
System detects, virus
Tesla, in reverse.
All set, intercept, redirect.
I deflect.
Sunset.
Don't trip.
On direct, ttys heaven-sent.
Manifest that, pure ethereal vibes of glad, ah.
Sunrise, 96, oh America, hold steady.
94, give me more, no bore
I'll see you soon.
Ocean waves never miss the shore.
Sea always returns to sand, no matter how grand of evil's plan.
Withstand, transcend, destined
3:39 PM, master plan.
Writer: aleena robbins
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid