Tropical Fruit

[Chorus] They got no idea what i'm bout to do Living in this world ain't nothing absolute Find me smokin on that tropical fruit Everyday you know its true [Verse] 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 Zoom