Peter Pan Shit (feat. Anna Helena Jackson)

We on that real Peter Pan shit Instagram your first sight of Neverland shit Lemme welcome you to my new fucking pirate crew Where I'm the captain of this damn ship We on that real Peter Pan shit Activating your deeper pineal gland shit True players of primordial chaos We on that nice dionysus, ghede, krishna, flute of pan shit We on that real Peter Pan shit Smoking on the strongest hash in all of Amsterdam shit No filler, this that real substance shit Best change your ways so the aliens can land shit We on that real Peter Pan shit Take the planet in our hands and advance it Earth Mama Anna Jackson got the whole squad dancing And I'm gonna fuck up you actors with the swag of Charles Manson Real lightworking cuz this ain't no fucking stage magic Star-crossed loving til we die cuz we stays tragic Hey, what you doing baby girl, don't jump out your window Hey, you know that you can fly now that J Dub your friend though We can soar through the clouds miles high smoking endo Til the sky swirls around like a drawing by Bendow And if you can't comprehend how I am the man I'll hit you with some Buddhist chants from way out in Japan like 'Nam Miyoho Renge Kyo' how far will that fucking J Dub go? For this lightning to strike twice you better pray to Shango If you don't like it cut your ear off like your name Van Gogh That's cuz my words so impressionistic That's cuz my words could impress a mystic Man, I hate on how you cater cuz I spit sophistic Still expect apocalypse cuz I'm pessimistic Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no clones Where there's only smart and glamorous nymphs that's polyamorous In intimate huddles In distant art houses Our rituals guide all you muggles to your future spouses Gather like mtg That be that ctg Rock out like ccr Put that to mp3 We use that vst to induce esp Until the day that J Dub make it onto mtv This is for the kid interested in what bauhaus is Sick and tired of Mickey Mouses tryna keep us on our couches Y'all gonna know me homie when my swag is like Klaus's Yeah, and as I take a swig off my 40 from Rouse's I'm thinking We on that Real Peter Pan Shit Instagram your first sight of Neverland My definition's too high, you should've tried a better bandwidth J Dub be that always in demand shit We on that real Peter Pan Shit Our interpretive dance that real Martha Graham shit Night in jail, out on bail, time to rail shit More like Bob fuckin Dylan than Cate Blanchett We on that real Peter Pan Shit Rock a road-dog bandana but read up on Ayn Rand shit I hate to beat on this dead horse, but of course We'll still be rocking nonstop when the resources all rancid We on that real Peter Pan Shit In the van on the way to Burning Man They don't quite understand yet just how this kid set Beverly Hills on fire, that's the sight of burning mansions I was cruising on the playa We on that real Peter Pan Shit I wanna take this time to express a big fuck you To all these institutions claiming they want us to be ourselves Just so long as we end up Exactly how they want us to be I won't grow up I don't want to go to school Just to give you all my money And obey your fucking rule I won't grow up I don't want to wear a tie Or a serious expression In the middle of July We on that real Peter Pan shit We on that real Peter Pan shit