actually virtual
flying lotus
high and embellishing on the flow
traveling with nowhere to go
count cake up on the carpet
your fakeness is remarkable
you may have hit his marker
we all can hear him pouring
so we totin' and we floatin'
we're swingin' from the rope end
rollin' dice and hopin' for votes from the dopemen
high and embellishing on the flow
traveling with nowhere to go
put the reverence with the essence
you far flung of his blessing
you sick of messin' with him
fans hit this at the wedding
you finite in two directions
he ain't impressed and so they left 'em
he plastic and it's tragic but we magic like crescent
from east blew in a plush wind
with nomads that blow grass
to gold flow that's so passionate
black limb is transcendent