Tropical Fruit

[Chorus]
They got no idea what i'm bout to do
Living in this world ain't nothing absolute
Find me smokin on that tropical fruit
Everyday you know its true

[Verse]
Bonafied with the flow that i'm knocking i'm talking a whole lotta real shit
Chakras are open the energys potent i'm floatin right up to the ceiling
Puffin on a couple and i'm feeling really buzzed right now but you know that i gotta get you open
The angels from heaven are blessing the music, so wet, its soakin
Na i'm not joking, the water is rising
A dream was born on the ocean sun died on the horizon
A festival of fetishes stay fly just like a pegasus
On that cosmogenesis electric with the sentences
Pentagrams and weed grams
I'm wavy as a seaclam
This iphones a tin can
Viewed through the 23 cam
Fusion anomoly cruising and using the rythym and music in harmony
True to the form true to the abstract true to the game, got that anarchy
Get into the center of the universe riding on a cyber wave
Staying high surfing on the information highway
Mama always told me lying was a bitter sin
And its cold like living in the winter wind
Post modern dystopian citizen
Painting a fucking picture of oblivion
In a manner and a fashion that is dapper duke
When i'm smoking on the sticky call it passion fruit
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