Earth-walker, sorry if I kept you waiting.
I was percolatin' way up in my space station.
I was meditatin', cross-legged, levitatin'
The crew and I got so high even heaven's hatin'
Up here I'm weightless, high above the hatred.
So much flavour in my sound you can even taste it.
Ladies if you're feelin' down come and get your face lift!
Fellas stay patient we bout to make the bass hit!
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