Lyrics: Louis Cole
No not the end that I fear
It's the not sure I am here
Babel library (I) swear
My name isn’t there
I’ll airstrike my food if its cold
New things already tasting old
Dropping nukes to clean my room
See what I am doing?
Yeah side by side your disguise is the real look in my eyes
And my dreams are your trips
Holy shit
Be here
Be lost
Go through
A lot
Pass on
Forgot
Yeah life
So hot
Just level ground is a climb
Freaking out and feeling fine
Feeling bliss
Feeling dread
Reminds me I’m not dead
Your flooding flash is my bath
****ing wet as Neptune’s ass
Black holes used to clean my room
Don’t like using brooms
The truest truths will live on
I’ll still be here when I’m gone
In our dreams
In our trips
Holy shit
Be here
Be lost
Go through
A lot
Pass on
Forgot
Yeah life
So hot