C World
You heard right
I'm the fed
Gather round
Ill teach you, ill teach you
Motion pictures by the sea is what its like to be with me
Sounds a little like C Medina
I force on all of them the food that makes them come again fed up with the this or that your on another level cat cat
Natural colors in the air, living life without a care
Slowly floating into space, to meet them
Candles lit right at the door
Open room without a floor
People dancing in the nude
Priceless gems around the tombs
Take a ride, to the edge see whats found
Ill show you, ill show you
Step into my world of magic and smoke, foggy from a distance its not from a toke
Everybody dancing lined up in a row
Never really thinking of where do they go
Its the dirt in the flesh yea you know no guess if the food brought the groove then i'm in the mess
Pictured in a field of grass with no fence dumbfound feelings of an uncrowned prince
Funky psychedelics are the home town written's
Gather all around like we're counting heads, get a little closer like we're sharing beds
all in together for the lesser and the best
Welcome to the world of the forcely fed
Hands in the air like we're Simon says
Scream to the sky if you know your alive C world is your home by the end of the night
I force on all of them the food that makes them come again fed up with the this or that your on another level cat cat
I force on all of them the food that makes them come again fed up with the this or that your on another level cat cat
I'm the fed
Gather round
Ill teach you, ill teach you
Motion pictures by the sea is what its like to be with me
Sounds a little like C Medina
I force on all of them the food that makes them come again fed up with the this or that your on another level cat cat
Natural colors in the air, living life without a care
Slowly floating into space, to meet them
Candles lit right at the door
Open room without a floor
People dancing in the nude
Priceless gems around the tombs
Take a ride, to the edge see whats found
Ill show you, ill show you
Step into my world of magic and smoke, foggy from a distance its not from a toke
Everybody dancing lined up in a row
Never really thinking of where do they go
Its the dirt in the flesh yea you know no guess if the food brought the groove then i'm in the mess
Pictured in a field of grass with no fence dumbfound feelings of an uncrowned prince
Funky psychedelics are the home town written's
Gather all around like we're counting heads, get a little closer like we're sharing beds
all in together for the lesser and the best
Welcome to the world of the forcely fed
Hands in the air like we're Simon says
Scream to the sky if you know your alive C world is your home by the end of the night
I force on all of them the food that makes them come again fed up with the this or that your on another level cat cat
I force on all of them the food that makes them come again fed up with the this or that your on another level cat cat
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Writer(s): Fernando Solano
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