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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Terrell Hines
Terrell Hines
Vocals
Irv Washington
Irv Washington
Strings
Kenny Wright
Kenny Wright
Percussion
Aaron Camper
Aaron Camper
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terrell Hines
Terrell Hines
Composer
Irv Washington
Irv Washington
Composer
Kenny Wright
Kenny Wright
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terrell Hines
Terrell Hines
Producer
Irv Washington
Irv Washington
Producer
Kenny Wright
Kenny Wright
Producer
Liz Robson
Liz Robson
Engineer

Lyrics

So many questions I hear but there's no solution In these yellow valleys running from Medusa Watch out for the sirens they'll try to seduce you I'm 'bout to get big rich like Mansa Musa It's a certain code we don't like intruders Some type of way we got caught in a hyperlooper I portal drifted all the way to the future I feel like we in a high-speed computer Unlock myself inside my crazy dreams Now I'm roaming all through these metallic streams Propaganda yea that's the new dopamine Damn I think I like postmodernity See the smoke the high and lows So tell me, tell me how far you wanna go? Put your mother-fucking hands up right now That's all I remember Put your mother-fucking hands up right now That's all I remember The boulders are rolling on the ground Shit Put your mother-fucking hands up right now That's all I remember I rather find meaning in the concrete I can see the wind blowing going out east What you gonna say yea when you gonna speak Take you to the chilly winds and give you energy I don't really care to much about confetti 'Cause after this they probably gonna try to get me I watch it fall watch it crumble from an alley And I'm just tip toeing through the yellow valleys See the smoke the high and lows So tell me, tell me how far you wanna go? Put your mother-fucking hands up right now That's all I remember Put your mother-fucking hands up right now That's all I remember The boulders are rolling on the ground Shit Put your mother-fucking hands up right now That's all I remember I used to think the world was gonna fucking end In the Czech Republic talking to the French Brainstorming shit about the internet Everybody still wondering what's next Will I ever get it man this shit is complex That's why I'd rather live in the vortex No scantron nigga yea life a test A test we'll past better get a grip Yea I used to be lost in the meadows Now I'm vibing and I'm chilling with the echoes Don't you listen to 'em baby yea your soul gold They gone tell you anything 'cause this world cold Outdated, outdated yea we all know We take it with a grain of salt but results show That this shit is fucked up it could all blow Stranded on a burning rock how far you wanna go Aah Aah
Writer(s): Kenneth Wright, Irving Washington, Terrell Dewayne Hines Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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