Projection

Said the truth will set me free There’s no stopping me I’m going full prestige I’m off my leash Shoot my shot and hit the three The harmony inside of me will set me free with certainty Yeah I tend to think a lot about the ghost inside my dreams But, so what, lets throw up Let’s make em crowd But, so what, lets throw up Let’s make it loud But, so what, lets throw up Let’s make it now But, so what, lets throw up We’ll do it proud A little routine help me get in the zone I got 47 dollars for the games that we bowl Aiming for the strike every time that I roll 300 be the number that I’m looking to score And if we’re not perfect ain’t the end of the road I got gas in the tank we can keep on going Earth keeps spinning while our wheels keep turning And I can spare a moment for the lesson we learning A little routine help me get in the zone Above the clouds with the stars I’m projecting the code Get on the boat, we can row to the edge of the world And find a pearl in your mind, I’m the guide to divine Through the sky through the trees find the roots and release Through the heart with your eye, we can rise from the deep Through the peace with the love, never facing defeat We can reach through dimensions when we follow our dreams Aye Sometimes I wonder if the universe is slumbering Or people that, occupy the space are only hovering Like UFO’s, vivid his vision goes, my unicorn In one ear and out the other, just like a year of corn Grazed upon the field for centuries, many have got it wrong Crop circles, dot Urkel’s, ensure they play along To say you don’t understand, a wasted song Don’t play to pawn, even if you make it along I’m fucking on, any queen that love the song Hear the gong, check the board, bitch, it’s checkmate in one Tongue a loaded gun, check the emphasis before you En Passant I’m the one, wrapped in layers just like a damn croissant It’s legendary I listen to heavens fairy Pay respect, when my voice opens up you hear me clearly Eerie very, too bright just to be scary, too nice to play it merry My stances parry, 16 stems, I want the cherry I’m popping up wherever they can hear me Move to my 20’s, the early years I wanted money Now they can’t take nothin’ from me, to clever for dat I’m stretched like a rubber band, way to eager to snap And that’s a fact