Bubble

I had a few other waters, sorta, reality can order My life was at stake like bills when

they cook on water But I was in the bubble, I saw some other

struggle And as I saw the water creep in, I test my

muscles It overstays my cover, all adaptive waters

come across the mountain Shutterly butler, what I dub a better scream

Scuffle was a hurt, it's like goddamn You first, others see us like I got dropped

in All the pressure from my sound up, my fanny

hands can pound up A life from that I have to build up the ground

Now this sounds tough, how we shift the way I think

Left another situation, it's a optical sync And the slow motion sound projects is what

I think So to the ones I'll never see, we tell a

path to complain We splash through the cougars

Flashbacks to bad cracks and schoo-yars It's the way that we move on

And the dream is alike with the moon-yar We splash through the cougars

Flashback to bad cracks and schoo-yars It's the way that we move on

And the dream is alike with the moon-yar Like a pussy, fella down a pussy

If they never knew me then come on down

Like the prices fight the law, stretches spot on it now

The most I think them they will die for I pray until the sky falls

So I know what they cry for, it's all around the pointless

In the world in which we cease to exist

Do these and misunderstood but like the keys that I give

Shift yet to the bottom of forming

No much to come or show me

It is my soul which is another end of the storming

I speak the case with glory, who twenty thousand forty

Who let me know that this is second chance to make them sorry

To bring it all together, raise your relations better

Sitting in the moment wise, don't watch the morning turn away

The reason is the pressure that I am drifting by

Thinking funny how the fish will fly or else whisk me dry

The back of the queue, the life is bigger than my city guard

And that's the girls who have the moon in the sky

We splash through the cougars

Flashback to bad cracks and schoo-yars It's the way that we move on

And the dream is alike with the moon-yar

I'm thinking this for low air minions with low air flows

I'm making new chairs to move into nowhere

I back pack with low gear

I'm going to show the fields of the sea

Because I gotta automate the flow here

Tell them of my old years

Spaces I can no hear who act play

Toss the man calm but I get no chairs

I hitchhike on humpbacks

Finding me some context

Everything I do more than the world is on the come back

Don't want to rise to this and I'm just stuck in that cloud

Stuck in the moment if I run there's something short to get out

Blind faith is what I do so I can figure it out

Though I can feel the life I cannot see no lights I'm out

We've been living life inside of my moon

We've been living life inside of my moon

We splash through the cougars

Flashback to bad cracks and schoo-yars It's the way that we move on

And the dream is alike with the moon-yar