Laundromat (feat. Jonny Prima & DJ Kano)

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Galactic thinking my mind is out of this world
I bring it down to the ground but in orbit it swirls
Hurled at different thoughts
My world is put on pause
I'm searching for some answers but answers will get you lost
Lost and disconnected from unconventional thought
Redraw your perceptions, your recollections are shot
And if you had to think about really who's God 
I'll give 10 secs like a goldfish you already forgot
The world is like a goldfish tank
We tryna swim around
10 secs is all it takes to loose your power
One eye on your side
One eye on the other half
One eye on your future
The other glances on the altered past
Load the light and darks
And a 3rd with a mix
Laundry time separates but you need all three to live
You couldn't see out your 3rd eye
To read between burned lines
Too heated from served lies
And learn how to shift

I've been writing for days
Ya my screen's bright red
Like a zombie I play
Brightness on high
Lyrical game gone sci-fi
Hungry for brains
Collecting knowledge like the Borg mind
Ya my mind is bored of these games 
Bored of these games
Searching for a score
A bag full of notes with range
That don't have me door to door
F*ck it ya I'm done with these jobs
I'm ready to swim, shit, and never to flop

Wonton soup change, seeming strange
Always out of place, you can feel it in the helicase
Narrow meal array, she ameliorates
Freeing that in three gens, I will be erased
Using Hitch for the mantra right now
'You is a fluid concept right now'
Shapeshifting before the crete dries, if that's even a thing
Guess I'll feast my eyes
Oh, protagonist, at least in his mind
Whining til the end of time
Decomposed kite-flyer to the Jackson 5
Troglodyte white-lying for a badass line
Digitized, bills light at the laundromat
Creaky spot where the tenant does the pondering at
Walls are packed
Pages fill the knowledge gaps
I can tune out all the balderdash

I've been writing for days
Ya my screen bright red
Like a zombie I play
Brightness on high
Lyrical game, gone sci-fi
Hungry for brains 
Collecting knowledge like the Borg mind
Ya my mind is bored of these games 
Bored of these games
Searching for a score 
A bag full of notes with range 
That don't have me door to door
F*ck it ya I'm done with those jobs
I'm ready to swim shit and never to flop

Traces of LSD in the native tongue
Face in the 3-by-3 like the Brady Bunch
Vertebrae, heard they may need a light straightening up
Take it with a grain, it's just a crazy hunch
We're all just children in aging bodies
Moseby says 'No hating in the lobby'
Rarely 420 blazing, earn 4 20s, 80
And parade without shade for when it's raining
Look of the month is waterlogged
Stride in dripping like a goggle dog
Hip as Johnny Bravo's mom
One too many days spent waiting for the page to load on Zombo.com
Triple dot, triple dot (Triple dot)
Can't slow the monologue
Ease off the pedal, end up with the combo lost
Boring through a wall of fog
Best to end a space tour of the former cosmonaut
But still not enthralled a lot when a John Doe talks

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