Nebulae

Playing with fire, had to stop playing with smoke
Playing the wrong crowds, these kids can’t take a joke
And it’s funny ‘cause i started as the class clown
Will the real andrew please sit back down
Every story is universal
But gets contaminated with rehearsal
Nothing’s down to earth now, it’s too commercial
I’m trying to make that space music - willy herschel
Messier than nebulae with messier
A steady spray to get me paid everyday
‘cause now we’ve figured out the way that we live
And that it doesn’t have to be something that you agree with
No secret, spit it hotter the egypt
Without a peer amid scenes i’m rocking to pieces
More or less i’m orderless
Wander in this foreign mist
Passport stamps like christmas tree ornaments
No line in the sand, yes, i’m borderless
Finding new land, lashing braids on these tortoises
Gorging on it all now i can afford to live
No complaining, champagnegronis and orange twists
Sure to miss normcore no matter what the decorum is
Always shapeshifting, i’m on this transformer shit
Soundwaves blast from my tape cassette heart
Been holding down record since the start