Spaced - Lee Scott

Distant, thinking, jib adapting to the system

I’m living, drifting, our realities are different

Mine is an animation based in space trading ancient

Wisdom with me mates no wasting the white ace

I don’t know about yours but this galaxies all ours

And I’m spaced out trying not to laugh at the dwarf stars

Sending an S.O.S but Houston’s ignoring em'

We got 99 problems and human’s are all of em'

I meditate and elevate into a better place

(Then) Jog me memory at a precise and measured pace

A sound vibrates around the universe and then it states

«There's no such thing as empty space»

I find a higher consciousness in which nothingness doesn’t exist

There’s a colossal line between money and bliss

I’m chilling on the astral plane and when me friends arrive

We’re going to dream ourselves alive

See the trees but not the forest hear the voice but not the words

See the parts but not the whole

See the holes but not the objects they’re in

(Weirdo) Your parents are like «I hope you’re not friends with him»

Who’s got control of the bass

Thus disrupting these vivid memories of floating in space

Throwing complex Apollonian circle shapes

That remain in the air when me hands drop to me waist

From the biggest star to the smallest atom

All matter matters

Collectively constructing the consciousness of the universe

So it doesn’t matter who was first

Look at Earth from space, we are one planet

God damn it, why you throwing rocks at it?

I’m recording over the captains log

While these self important slobs imagine God and let the tail wag the dog

Eat the entire eco-system and barely leave a crumb

Then burn your tongue trying to eat the sun

I’m on the astral plane chilling and when me family and friends arrive

We plan to dream ourselves alive