Botanique (Osunlade Yoruba Soul mix)

Work with me

Collide with me

Elucidate clearly

Hide me like a flute

That only you can play

Blow notes on my spine

Till you

Hallucinate with me

Live in sin with me and dust will be our destiny

Rust with me

Deny for me

Be blood warm in wintertime.

Walk with me

From Morocco to Mali

Walk with me

Through the desert

Cut blight with jet black

Pin a broach, burn a bush

Against the evil eye of jealousy

Make juju with me

Delight in me, see me

Ethereally

Be luminous, and perpetual

Lift your eyes when I shine

Love my blackness even more

Be real, real black for me

But black is just a state of mind

Throw rice to those blackbirds

On the orange tree

And dust to dust shall be denied for us

Build a tough chapel of bliss for us

And let us be different

And let us sideways, indifferent and sly

When you knock on doors with me

Testify terrifyingly

Brew high numbers in the game for me

And lie like a one eyed cat deceptively

Invent new colours

Weave a new language

That only we can speak

Dig roots with me

Either dye your eye black and die with me

Like rivers outrun the earth

Be that space about the clouds

Stratospherically

Be bliss, butterfly

Be light

With me

Did you tell them what you told me?

That I would be

The prettiest flower in your garden

When you plant me among the trees?