He′s a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plansWith nobody
Doesnt have a point of view
Knows not where he's going to
Isn′t he a bit like me and you?
Why not come and chill at mi casa?
Kick it like it's soccer
Have a little fun but do it proper
I might make you pasta
You can share that code to your heart you keep behind a locker
Smoking like a rasta, as we talk about space
Oh, you like to play games? baby girl, then lets race
Tattoos decorate her foreground
Credits to the artist
I love his attention to detail
You can clearly see that it's here that his true talent prevails
Really knows how to display the image of a train being derailed
It truly comes to life when you see the little side details like how she inhales
I know he probably deserves pay but at least he′s being praised
Geniuses like him deserve a bit more than a couple four weeks
Pays rather he should be reminded of his work be it Weekend or weekday
But no respect for the artist you′ll find in the world these days
Wake up early on the weekend
Wanna sleep in
But i cant gotta keep on keeping on
My heart makes a beat so i breath the song, yea
Life is daunting
Part of me is way too cautious, whoa
Yea, ion care if i'm living
When my body′s done, i aint finished, uh
Intertwined with infinite
So of course my sins are forgiven, yea
Go and grab hold of the energy
Spirits of saints have been sent to my entity
Spirit of truth has been piercing my enemies
I am unbeatable
It's unbelievable
Surfing my consciousness
Mind is a rocketship, yea
Wont sell my soul for the profit
I keep my soul for the prophets
I′ll become one with the prophets
We are a part of all of this, man
