Oddysey
Leaving...
That past behind
I'm leaving...
I'm undefined
Look at them and say we passed that
Now be part the future!
I'm on that space odyssey
Honestly I could lose ya
You got me?
Now, do you got me?
What's better than flawless?
That's how you got me labeled in your call list
The summer born child of the fall back gon' spring forward
Regardless
The old moves don't get a call back
I used to be out here on a cordless
Force of nature
I had you meet me in the forrest
We talked about everything under the sky
Then you questioned where the stars went
Had you asked me last year darling
I would've fallen
Over myself to get to star in, the movie of your life
Latino Prince Charming
No more
I play the front with the shit like O-Dog
No longer bound to the ceilings I know
And there's no law in the cosmos, tato
Peep how I sold it to her
You and Joseph
The only thing smokin' in a cold war
Oh lord she told me,
Whatchu looking for?
I need love in the morning, love
And a kiss at the door
I need paralyzing gazes and amazing allure
I need praise on occasion
With your face in the north
Be into movement in two ways
Be in the mix between Future and Nujabes
B-boy bouillabaisse
Know what doubles are and serve them after multiples
Orbiting each other mad comfortable
It's mad simple
But we was little Goya beans
Just be there when I call, knamean?
Now look at them and say we passed that
Now be part the future!
I'm on that space odyssey
Honestly I could lose ya
You got me?
Now, do you got me?
They say we passed that
Now be part the future!
I'm on that space odyssey
Honestly I could lose ya
You got me
Now tell me now, do you got me?
Goya bean mashing at the Radisson
We still here
Rather appear black listed than on the comeback
Fuck 30 second trailers, it's a movie
I'm old 42nd street
Peep how I show you how to do me
Stayed low like Aceito
I dipped out of functions & places
No slave to situations that ain't aces
Smashed the first serve off the J&B reserve
I need an Agassi patterned after me after I swerve
Saw dead men walking all toward me
They called me young Sean Penn predetory
I'm never sorry
This is a warning
To whomever saw me in a bar being ornery
I fold you up like the laundry
I met a metaphor and she enclosed me
Like a meta metaphor
Hold tight the rosary
At my brokist I've never felt more focused
I've got impulses to put a pump where your pulse is
Every morning
Stepped in the name of creation
Some days were basic
And some days I make it
I'm the first man living getting closer to God
Besides winning
It's divinity I'm focusing on
Swam through a Dead Sea
Shed my dead skin on the shore
Really picked myself up off the floor
Found Joseph in the journey
We toasting on the White House lawn
It's the summer born children of the fall
Now look at them and say we passed that
Now be part the future!
I'm on that space odyssey
Honestly I could lose ya
You got me?
Now, do you got me?
They say we passed that
Now be part the future!
I'm on that space odyssey
Honestly I could lose ya
You got me
Now tell me now, do you got me?
Shooting star
It's okay to be who you are
Cuz you a shooting star
It's okay to be who you are
And God knows my heart
That past behind
I'm leaving...
I'm undefined
Look at them and say we passed that
Now be part the future!
I'm on that space odyssey
Honestly I could lose ya
You got me?
Now, do you got me?
What's better than flawless?
That's how you got me labeled in your call list
The summer born child of the fall back gon' spring forward
Regardless
The old moves don't get a call back
I used to be out here on a cordless
Force of nature
I had you meet me in the forrest
We talked about everything under the sky
Then you questioned where the stars went
Had you asked me last year darling
I would've fallen
Over myself to get to star in, the movie of your life
Latino Prince Charming
No more
I play the front with the shit like O-Dog
No longer bound to the ceilings I know
And there's no law in the cosmos, tato
Peep how I sold it to her
You and Joseph
The only thing smokin' in a cold war
Oh lord she told me,
Whatchu looking for?
I need love in the morning, love
And a kiss at the door
I need paralyzing gazes and amazing allure
I need praise on occasion
With your face in the north
Be into movement in two ways
Be in the mix between Future and Nujabes
B-boy bouillabaisse
Know what doubles are and serve them after multiples
Orbiting each other mad comfortable
It's mad simple
But we was little Goya beans
Just be there when I call, knamean?
Now look at them and say we passed that
Now be part the future!
I'm on that space odyssey
Honestly I could lose ya
You got me?
Now, do you got me?
They say we passed that
Now be part the future!
I'm on that space odyssey
Honestly I could lose ya
You got me
Now tell me now, do you got me?
Goya bean mashing at the Radisson
We still here
Rather appear black listed than on the comeback
Fuck 30 second trailers, it's a movie
I'm old 42nd street
Peep how I show you how to do me
Stayed low like Aceito
I dipped out of functions & places
No slave to situations that ain't aces
Smashed the first serve off the J&B reserve
I need an Agassi patterned after me after I swerve
Saw dead men walking all toward me
They called me young Sean Penn predetory
I'm never sorry
This is a warning
To whomever saw me in a bar being ornery
I fold you up like the laundry
I met a metaphor and she enclosed me
Like a meta metaphor
Hold tight the rosary
At my brokist I've never felt more focused
I've got impulses to put a pump where your pulse is
Every morning
Stepped in the name of creation
Some days were basic
And some days I make it
I'm the first man living getting closer to God
Besides winning
It's divinity I'm focusing on
Swam through a Dead Sea
Shed my dead skin on the shore
Really picked myself up off the floor
Found Joseph in the journey
We toasting on the White House lawn
It's the summer born children of the fall
Now look at them and say we passed that
Now be part the future!
I'm on that space odyssey
Honestly I could lose ya
You got me?
Now, do you got me?
They say we passed that
Now be part the future!
I'm on that space odyssey
Honestly I could lose ya
You got me
Now tell me now, do you got me?
Shooting star
It's okay to be who you are
Cuz you a shooting star
It's okay to be who you are
And God knows my heart
Credits
Writer(s): Mean Joe Scheme
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