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Je vous souhaite une très bonne matinée et, euh, euh, je vous explique Euh, euh, l'année lunaire dure 305 euh, euh, 54 jours Le euh, l'année solaire à peu près 365, donc au milieu nous avons l'année luni-solaire (Here we go) (Cyph4, back at it again) (LeYan) (Huh-huh, Tomapam) C'est fantastique (Chinese Man Records) (Cyph4) (Tomapam) (LeYan) (Hey-yo) My beat break battling rant rattle the catalysts Shatter vandalist dreamin' for even breathin' the cancerous Matter fact I was lost stompin 'cross constellations Contemplatin' all the ways to sabatoge the operation Of nominal domination and honor the product placement For greater generations of betas stated in moderation Possible crators created panick in time Imaginin' all the havoc when planets stand in a line I'm granted devine trips to swim in the intervention Listenin' for the winter to trigger the grid obsession Beginners, they figure it's a matter of patterned strings But the killers are the factors shattering Saturns rings I handled the battered wings in a manner of scattered flings Passing the lavish banter with a passion for stabbin' things Granted, the madness brings peace to boring folks I only the choke bottle to follow my morning horoscopes Aries, Cancer, Leo, me oh my it's like I'm high But it seems the people in my mental specialize in signs When the Pisces fights me to the Taurus forcin' the mayhem This psychosis and the horror gets reborn in the AM Since I was driven from what's written within the stars In a pivotal position of wining criminal scars My individual sinning is given minimal pause 'Cause the scripted proposition predicted this is the cause (right) Thoughts might not clot ink blot sight, frostbite caught from the boss tryna floss ice Top flight security of galactic Murdered the currency and impurity was the hat trick Fact is this contradicted the prophecy On a mission to follow the kids that witness astrology Bigger business is call me swallowing dwarf planets The more manick it seems I need to explore granite Or can it be a matter of simple digits Disasters breed the answers expanding the fiscal limits Or havin' a crystal image of living imported ghosts Yo all this predicted in this morning horoscopes like Aries, Cancer, Leo, me oh my it's like I'm high But it seems the people in my mental specialize in signs When the Pisces fights me to the Taurus forcin' the mayhem This psychosis and the horror gets reborn in the AM (Come on) (Ha-han) Yes, the sun is in Aries, but some weeks later, the Earth moves around the Sun (ha-han) Some appears to into Taurus, and on (what), in Gemini (woo) Aries, Ari-Aries, Aries (what-what), Tau-Taurus (ye-ye-yeah) Ge-Gemini (come on, come on, wo-woo, wo-wo-woo) Aries, Cancer, Leo, me oh my it's like I'm high But it seems the people in my mental specialize in signs When the Pisces fights me to the Taurus forcin' the mayhem This psychosis and the horror gets reborn in the AM
Writer(s): Thomas Pam, Casey Howard, Yann Denis Bertrand Aupicon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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