Space really got me
Fullspeed rocket, how I could be
Talking all the time
The mind is where it should be
Should be cooking like a two piece
Baking from the sun
Turn it off like a lightswitch
This week turning into next week
Eating 'em like a beast
And I become it when they get me
The Wolf of the Trees
Making moves in my dreams mane
Listen up little pipsqueek
Big and tiny, short, tall
The small-minded bit is what cements thee
Looking like a centipede
Fingers always moving
But the picture is a grim scene
I can't fold to your lesser being way
Keep it so far from me
You'd rather be
Red, white, sold to whatever screens say
Free is my company
I'd rather be up
I'd rather get love
And if it ain't that that, I shove
Full stack calling that bluff
Like I drew it up, create my luck
I want what I give to overtake what I get
Ctrl, Alt, me
I ain't fret
We ain't dead yet
If you're hearing this, you prove that
The moon's gonna leave and then zoom back
My kind of view
View straight into my soul
Linked to my brother
And it can't get sold
Like De La Rocha with a telescope
And as I keep going farther
I'm shattering the mold
I keep a ghost switch close
I don't walk alone
Big GSD she wanna get me home
Knowing that her boy
Got his eyes up on the cosmic
We return to it through a coffin
Space really got me
Fullspeed rocket, how I could be
Talking all the time
The mind is where it should be
Should be cooking like a 2 piece
Baking from the sun
Turn it off like a lightswitch
This week turning into next week
Eating 'em like a beast
And I become it when they get me
The Wolf of the Trees
Making moves in my dreams mane