Luyện nghe bài hát Untimely Meditations

The fiery sun of my
the love lakes of my soul
Clouds my thoughts and rains you existence
As I take on bolts of lighting
Claiming as my concubine and you as my me

I of the you of the sea
We of the moon of the free
What have I done to deserve Am I happy?
Happiness is a mediocre sin set for a class existence

I see smiles and smell truth in the distance
Beyond one dimensional smiles and
Lies are hereafter tears echo laughter
You'd have to do math to divide a

By a tear times equals mere truth
I delve in the air and if that's the case
All I have to breath and all else will
That's why drums are hollow, and I like drums, are good

But I think straight
I lack the span to meditate
My attention spans galaxies here and now are
Seconds are secular, are mine

Self is illusion, music's
by the strings of Jimmy's guitar
I swing Purple pendulum
Hypnotizing the part of I never dies

Look into my eyes are the windows of the
It's fried collies and cornbread
It's corn milk flour sour cream and oil
Its the stolen of the earth

Used to make cars run and the fish
Who me? I scales
The scales of fish of oil slicked seas
My sister blows wind through the hollows of fallen

And we are the of eternity, echoes of eternity
Echoes of eternity you heard of us
We do rebirths, and resurrections
We basement parties in pyramids

I left my tag on the
The beats echo of the stone
And solidify the form of light bulbs
to light of the heads of future generations

They're releasing it up in the of OM
Maybe you of us
If not then you must be trying to us
In such cases we be heard

We in the darkness unseen
In the center of unpeeled we exist uncolored by perception
to the naked eye
Five senses cannot the fact of our existence

And that's the fact
In fact there are no facts, fax me a fact and I'll
I'll hologram, I'll the Son Of Man and tell him he is done
Leave a on his answering machine

Telling him are none
God and I are one
Times moon times times sun
The is me, you remember me

T slung rocks on Saturn blocks?
'Til I got caught up by cops
wanted me for their army or whatever, picture me
I swirl like the wind tempting tomorrow to be

Tiptoing the fine line between everything and everything
I am simply Saturn swirling through sooth
The sole living air of air and I, and, and all follows
Reverberating the space inside of hollows

and bottles and chips
And then sold to the highest nigga
I swing from the tallest
Lynched by the lowest of me

Praying that my physical will set me
'Cause I'm afraid that all is vanity
Mere is profanity
I'd rather hum or have my soul to my tongue

And let the be sung in gibberish
As be simple fish in my soulquarium
And intellect can't swim so I stopped combing my
So my could lock

I'm tired of to understand
Perceptions are mangled matted and knotted
Life is more than meets the eye and I
So elevate I to the third and that shit seems absurd

And your thoughts you third isolated
No man is an but I often feel alone
So I peace through OM