Shaolin Monk Motherfunk

Follow my love Follow my love Drop into, drop into Drop into this, or I'll be swinging it solo Drop into this, drop into this Drop into this or I'll be swinging it solo The lines on your palm cry out to be cloaked With the steady compass of my own My constellations burn to be strung to yours Almighty dot to dot So drop into this, so drop into this So drop into this, or I'll be swinging it solo So drop into this, honey, help me swim right through this So drop into this, or I'll be swinging it solo In this heat don't doubt, I own the hour White ochre shower Howling as it falls to find the form Of dust once more In this heat don't doubt, I own the hour White ochre shower Howling as it falls to find the form Of dust once more In this heat don't doubt, I own the hour White ochre shower Howling as it falls to find the form Of dust once more As time fleets, don't tire, your hands in mine As time fleets, don't tire, your hands in mine As time fleets, don't tire, your hands in mine As time fleets, don't tire, your hands in mine So drop into this, so drop into this, huh So drop into this, or I'll be swinging it solo So drop into this, honey, help me swim right through this So drop into this, or I'll be swinging it solo, ha-ha