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letra de funky hydraulic monster - negro galacticus

how many insta-hoes you know that
flex on that hashtag- relationship goals?
it’s cold, when you ain’t gotta
comforter made from cotton or human skin
blood bones and organs it’s so easy
to pretend to let go. but you
feel it k!lling you, sad psychic
with the trident my foresight abundant
quick bucks in your b-ttocks
trying to come up on a couple of likes
your boy needs validation
proper motivation let my ego blast off
put myself on blast, turn my cell phone off
get back to the inner sp-ce, slow down your
breathing and your heart pace
slower pace, pacing thoughts
watch em dissipate
alleviate depression, embrace life with a
strong breath (-breathes-)
relax muscles no flex unwanted stress
come p-ss me by, let me be
take a walk in the park
deconstruct reality in the dark
see all i need are tangerines &
lucid dreams so i can be real
i can tackle anything like
ray lewis & the ravens
get back to the mothership
forgot about my ray bans
consciously channeling ent-ties
from higher frequencies
we got that reference point
of inevitable neutrality. ay
we be the negro g
maybe negro 3, 6, 5, maybe 4
that’s 3 plus 1 or 2 more
we got a dragon hidden in a volcano
living deep within the earth’s core
you see this universal sh-t
really got me trippin
see where my intuition leads me
but i never listen
then i wanna criticize, try to justify
my ignorance of foresight
but what’s my alibi?
but ay, that ego dissolution
is the only solution
making friends with my sins
is the soul retribution
self loathing was a self fulfilling prophecy
that really got the best of me
i guess i gotta be more self forgiving cuz…

disco, disco
watch me fall down that rabbit hole
see i never meant for sh-t to get so serious
i got a little f-cked up and delirious
baby if i was a god i’d be a non-believer
never had a phone call
never found my receiver
stomping on your squadron
like kali in new adidas
i’ll rip off your head and
stand up on your chest like you a shiva

i got f-cked up on some sh-t!
i guess that my intentions were irrelevant
never meant for sh-t to get so serious
i got a little f-cked up and delirious
see baby if i was a god i’d be a non-believer
never had a phone call
never found my reciever
i forgot to turn on my wi-fi

keep it real, keep it real
that’s what you say
don’t let your emotions and your feelings
get up in your way
of your rationalized thinking

keep it real keep it real
that’s what you say
don’t let your rational thinking
get up in your way
of an emotional process
…like, don’t wait until you’re 30 to go to therapy
(yeah! hey! oh! wow!)
(ooh. ooh. ooh.)

- negro galacticus

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