Looking up at the sky
And I swear it glitched
Looking for a shooting star
I know the mind plays
Tricks and I question it
What is existence for

Stuck in a presence of mind
With no one present
My thoughts decline
Chat to myself
And write some rhymes
Complain about life
Just to past the time
Oh my God
Feeling broken a bit
So if you exist can
You explain some shit
Fuck this looking
Like Earth's destruction
So if generated
This files corrupted
Stick on the VR
Online find
I am sitting at space bars
A blank line from
Tapping up the bar maid
Return with caps locks
And hashtag memories
Yeah control alt delete
To your whole team
Can't escape the blue screen
Shouldn't unplug this machine
Digital dream

Looking up at the sky
And I swear it glitched
Looking for a shooting star
I know the mind plays
Tricks and I question it
What is existence for

Looking up at the sky
And I swear it glitched
Looking for a shooting star
I know the mind plays
Tricks and I question it
What is existence for

Been on my mind a lot lately
Debating whether it's love or tainted
Wishing I could think straightly
Got this liquor and a spliff sedated
Thank the ones that stuck by my side daily
Gonne make a change fucking pay me
Things can be such a juxtaposition
Used to be depressed
Now I got ambition
Use my voice wise
Hope it resonates when you listen
Never looking back
Intuition
No think twice
Lose your way
Pay the price
Play life like dice
At the end of the day it's your choice
When the world’s gone to shit
Whose goanna quit
Who stays fit
If there's war he's equipped
I ain't ever losing it
Only improving it
Here to make history
Won't let them ruin me
No more misery
When I'm gone
They be missing me

Looking up at the sky
And I swear it glitched
Looking for a shooting star
I know the mind plays tricks
And I question it
What is existence for

Looking up at the sky
And I swear it glitched
Looking for a shooting star
I know the mind plays
Tricks and I question it
What is existence for

Hell of a view
Staring at the stars in the sky
As I'm contemplating
Why it's so hard to die
Sitting on the turf
Where the farmers thrive
Rooted to the ground
While the martyr’s fly
Gardener’s fry working in Eden
Fathers cry suffering bleeding
Charmers lie they done
Too much reading
Now they're tripping over every
Two words they're speaking
Mothers grieving
Holding their young as they're leaving
Hoping their lungs are still breathing
Nobody loves with good reason
Who do you believe in
Show me above I need Jesus
But the pieces don't fit
Don't know where my soul sits
Don’t know where my hope or my home is
But you know what
Last night I was looking at the sky
And I saw the whole globe glitch

Looking up at the sky
And I swear it glitched
Looking for a shooting star
I know the mind plays
Tricks and I question it
What is existence for

Looking up at the sky
And I swear it glitched
Looking for a shooting star
I know the mind plays tricks
And I question it
What is existence for