DREAM DELOREAN
Night driving in my mind, close eyed, Dream DeLorean
Refined time management, dinner’s candle lit
Young bloods thick, we tear the wall per brick
We get down with the symmetry, divinity clicks

Spark a lotus, only if its lakshmi dhoop
Shock the modus, while sippin' on some wonton soup
Clear focus, even if the folks disapprove
Beyond the cusp, arriver comme un cheveux sur la soupe

Aged like wine, we dine on symbols and sines
Decrepit son of mysteries of primordial kinds
Major Arcana, and If you missed out, hasta mañana
Batten down the hatches, tossing out the ashes

River in the Nile, kung-fu praying mantis, yeah
Tending at my goals, wax and wane Wayne savage
Watch me growing out of this hole, a secret passage

Can you keep a secret, I know you can tell
Behind the veil, the demons orchestrating it well
Forreal, false flag historical myths we keep sippin'
But we dial it back, Dream Team Scotty Pippin
Scales fall from your lenses, the six senses
Skipping over the hill, no Netflix and chill
Jumping over fences, we dodging the kill
Marked suspenses, awaken from the sound of the shrill
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Tidyin' the mind’s house hold, itch the blindfold
Phone a friend from a higher plane, quitting the game
616, the modern number of the beast
Bearing Bad News brown, sugar rolling in the deep web

Move with the tides with every flow and ebb
We dive for pearls, casting out this ivory world
Mad minutes, filling up the silence and zero is the digit
Zooming out my eyelids

Beyond the islands, heavenly confit, no conflict
We be fit for metaphysical diamonds
Up the mana, stage left fata morgana
Shattering the glass, release the prana

This is bliss, God’s kiss, only infinite
No time, no place, no space for the dissonant
Molt carapace, surface race self-exterior
Never see my face, no reflection in the mirror

Can you keep a secret, I know you can tell
Behind the veil, the demons orchestrating it well
Forreal, false flag historical myths we keep sippin'
But we dial it back, Dream Team Scotty Pippin
Scales fall from your lenses, the six senses
Skipping over the hill, no Netflix and chill
Jumping over fences, we dodging the kill
Marked suspenses, awaken from the sound of the shrill
(Repeat)