Yeah Ashley Deyj baby
This that trippy shit
Yeah uh-huh yeah
It's worth making my rounds
Making my rounds
Making my rounds
Making my rounds
Making my rounds
My rounds (my rounds)
My rounds (my rounds)
My rounds (my rounds)
Yeah
It's worth making my rounds
Making my rounds
Making my rounds
Making my rounds
Making my rounds
My rounds (my rounds)
My rounds (my rounds)
My rounds (my rounds)
I feel their secrets
It's uncomfortable
And it's not like
I want them to
Ever share
Their halfway truth
Living in the snow globe
I live in
I stay in that world
It's not the universe
You live in
You can't
Aim at my world
You just sort of
Came at my world
Envisioned, like a frame
Of my world
Initials ad
After christ first-hand
It's written
In the sand
In the mind
In the times
In the skies
In the eyes
Of today's grace
And today's pace
It's the prophetesses' face
She arraigned great
Namaste the namesake
The past
And the game rape
Where's the substance
All I see is lies
Time after time
A decay of the mind
Worse part about it
We're all beautiful people
Praising greed
And end up in caskets
And steeples
Stamping the crippling
Of our people
Lacked love and glory
Is what we need to
Get through
Self-worth
The destination
We need to get to
Yeah uh-huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah word!
It's worth
Making my rounds
Making my rounds
Making my rounds
Making my rounds
Making my rounds
My rounds (my rounds)
My rounds (my rounds)
My rounds (my rounds)
Yeah
It's worth making my rounds
Making my rounds
Making my rounds
Making my rounds
Making my rounds
My rounds (my rounds)
My rounds (my rounds)
My rounds (my rounds)
I'm wiping off the hindrance
Of ignorance
Rethinking
My world again
Befriending
Love to avoid
The trend of lack of love
I prefer to live
In my imagination
Where there's no boundaries
Just clarification
Ingenious dictation
And colored sensations
Things to remain with
Rainbow-filled pains and
Dark shadowy aches and
Glass from the days
From the houses
That would break and
Each stroke defying the last
Pictures from the past
With new perceptions
To grasp
Cause they don't know
Where to grab
At some soul
They won't unfold
Unable to let go
Of self-hatred and the mold
Stealing pieces of the artist's soul
They're quantifying
Below and above
But the best form
Of intelligence
Is showing some love
And the best form of love
A mind's intelligent design
Living on the planet
Of the apes
Intelligent design
Satisfies my satiate
Yeah, yeah
See I don't know
If you heard that one
I said
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
I said
Living on the planet of the apes
Intelligent design satisfies my satiate
Yeah, yeah it does
Hey, hey yeah
It's worth making my rounds
Making my rounds
Making my rounds
Making my rounds
Making my rounds
My rounds (my rounds)
My rounds (my rounds)
My rounds (my rounds)
Yeah
It's worth making my rounds
Making my rounds
Making my rounds
Making my rounds
Making my rounds
My rounds (my rounds)
My rounds (my rounds)
My rounds (my rounds yeah)