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the moon Back in this bitch for a minute
Busting the school to prison pipeline in my lifetime
Fuck a system We gotta re-invent it Real as it's getting
Truth

the galaxy
Get Galactic
Yeah that's it
Radio transmit
Cosmic
Hot shit

Cruising past the turn around
We ain't turning
In a smoked filled vessel
The moon rock

horsemen be the apocolypse - now
Four sips from being an alcoholic, cigarette glowing with the morning sun
Mind shattering moons as we move through

Got my hand on the throttle and I'm crushing it freely 
Watch me parry the right hook then plié while I'm dizzy 
My visions can be something but if I

Summer draws to an evening
I'll miss you as you draw into the waves

Moon's out, strike all the matches and
Red Glue seals up and patches the wound

but the moon is where I send em
(TO THE MOON, cLICE)
Your boy hear and I got em with the shakes
Like when you heard certain knocking and it's gotta be

close jab all awkward 
I parry hate its too late weave back crawford

Well Hold on 
You won't let me great
When the Real turns to fake no heart ache we

keep on having dreams or you can finish your goals
And a blue moon saw me standing alone
But it doesn't really matter cause I'm all on my own
It seems

to win it
We eliminatin haters up in the war room
Now don't say nothin to us
If u ain't tryna groove
350 degrees in our rocket we up on the moon

Breath

Doggonit howlin at the moon
Chomp on it
Yankees of the sky
No we’re not falling for it

Delicious
So delicious
Delicious
So delicious
With a dash of salt

we will see the light
Happy today, we will be alright
Alright, let's walk outside
Sun is shining where the moon will be, light is bright

Talk

can moon walk
Everybody switch up and I don't give a fuck
But like fuck, what the fuck did I do wrong
Better go with yo move or just move on
Yeah you

on the shelf 
And I know your moon is gonna guide a way 
And your mumma my sister is always about 
She’ll nurture you kindly so you’re never without 
A golden

to the young-ey’d cherubins;

All sixteen soloists: Such harmony is in immortal souls;

Parry Jones: But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in,