Tropical Fruit - Noah23

they got no idea what i’m bout to do

living in this world aint nothing absolute

find me smokin on that tropical fruit

everyday you know its true

bonafied with the flow that i’m knocking i’m talking a whole lotta real shit

chakras are open the energys potent i’m floatin right up to the ceiling

puffin on a couple and i’m feeling really buzzed right now but you know that i

gotta get you open

the angels from heaven are blessing the music, so wet, its soakin

na i’m not joking, the water is rising

a dream was born on the ocean sun died on the horizon

a festival of fetishes stay fly just like a pegasus

on that cosmogenesis electric with the sentences

pentagrams and weed grams

i’m wavy as a seaclam

this iphones a tin can

viewed through the 23 cam

fusion anomoly cruising and using the rythym and music in harmony

true to the form true to the abstract true to the game, got that anarchy

get into the center of the universe riding on a cyber wave

staying high surfing on the information highway

mama always told me lying was a bitter sin

and its cold like living in the winter wind

post modern dystopian citizen

painting a fucking picture of oblivion

in a manner and a fashion that is dapper duke

when i’m smoking on the sticky call it passion fruit

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