Your Orbit - Ecca Vandal, Sampa the Great

Great part, love your pieces

I speak openly, you secrets

Peak blue roses on your peaches

Eat it up and spit the leeches

We no protector

I have not seen her protector

I will not be her projector

I will not be her pussy, sir

I orbit space and time and love

It’s like two clouds and diamond doves

I love you not and yes I’d love to be

Into space and god above

Turn the orbit it will be

The day and night both at my feet

My flower good enough to eat

So drink up, drink up and send oh me

Me and kids dragging ember still light

But the soundtrack is stuck in rewind

It’s all the same, our orbit’s in place

Papa told me spurn out and retire

The dough we bow it for the night

It’s all the same, our orbit is in place

I’m on the radar, I own it for the fun of it

I wouldn’t wait up, I wake up way away from her

Is it direct or are we going metro way

I wouldn’t worry, I never wanna wear it all

Your orbit, your orbit, your orbit, your orbit

You, keep me at a meteor’s distance

Way, way across the carparel, listen

It’s cool, everyone’s someone’s fool

I’m never gonna bring no shame

A matrimal pain

I’m into it now, it’s all the same

Hate to hit you with the big «what's are we?»

I’m sorry, there’s no hurry

It’s all the same, our orbit is in place

I’m on the radar, I own it for the fun of it

I wouldn’t wait up, I wake up way away from her

Is it direct or are we going metro way

I wouldn’t worry, I never wanna wear it all

Your orbit, your orbit, your orbit, your orbit

Now, my legs are dangling off the edge of Saturn’s rings

I just considered waiting for my phone to ring

I had a dream that we were comets on a swing

I just been sitting waiting…

Hello, hello, hello!

Hey you should wait for the pause

I been stuck in the stars

Pluto and Venus and Mars

On my own simulator

One stop, then see you later

Tie me’s lighter than ai-er

Oh, my hai-er, looking much greyer over here

Lightyears travelling fate over there

Stuck in the clouds with a breeze on the kid

Singing «my she’s done a wing» with the kids

Bright stars, bright hearts, like ours

Never meant to heal our wounds and scars

Never meant to feel real love in stars

Only give the kids blue blood and Mars

Big bright stars on a big star ship

Taking your head and taking your shit

Kissy bright hips on the streams in a bit

Licking my lips, looking lit down yo

Your orbit, your orbit, your orbit, your orbit