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letra de excursion - magnificent wingspan

i’m going on an excursion
i’m going on an excursion

i’m going on an excursion
travel plans, maps of galaxies and planets
rap verses in my baggage
soon enough we’ll be back again
starry night, sometimes a party might
manifest into the best of safari life
deep tones, you can feel it in your bones
hard to understand why people want to be clones
autonomous, not an automaton i stand alone
touch and go put the rubber to the road
is it possible to visit the outer limits of sp-ce
all the while remaining in one place
the sun raise with such grace
even when it’s shining through the snowflakes
awake from the semi-automatic somnambulant thought
embrace the whole brain
energy transfer system like a coal train
where the beats are so strange
and the streets have no names
lessons where the legends of the cities of gold came
where you play is where the soul stays remembering the old days

i’m going on an excursion
i’m going on an excursion
i’m going on an excursion
i’m going on an excursion

i’m leaving today rain in my face
make this matrix my b-tch
experience clay and makeshift
i raise this bag of bones from my gravestone
i’m leaving home
eyes like aces as i wade the pavement
one second every step and i’m blessed and i know it
only my dirty ego renders me hopeless
i hold my souls motion like it was my firstborn
this absurd torment certainly poisons my harvest
but it serves a purpose excellent when i recognize it
spiritual growth and cognitive paradigm shift
sick with the sunshine and can’t keep from smiling
superstrings on my violin vibing and giving rise to science
a crime when these tyrants are psychologically violent iceman
are silently claiming rights to my mindset
i be mining spiritual diamonds larger than life i sling stones at giants
i’m a david to stagnation’s goliath
righteousness quick to hide in highlands
but i’m hybrid in my approach and i won’t choke if i don’t find it
exit this excursion for a burn i’m clocking milage
i’m packing up my tattered knapsack and bouncing
losing these towns and finding that grace is boundless
hope for the day is food for my wet brain pleasure and pain
a dichotomy of a bloodstain
and i’m going on an excursion

i’m going on an excursion
i’m going on an excursion
i’m going on an excursion
i’m going on an excursion
i’m going on an excursion
i’m going on an excursion
i’m going on an excursion
i’m going on an excursion

- magnificent wingspan

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