Lost in hills with no eyes
Warszawa Neukölln Time
Lovely Night that's all mine
850 on my side
After a certain hour
There's a sea of people
Who forgot about yesterday
You seem like a starter pack
First class ticket booked
Getting off to Algiers
Staying there for a year
So the clones are nowhere near
They don't know the God yet
That's why they live in fear
You reek like a starter pack
Glistening skins radiation
Forgot who I was lost recognition
But I'm alive it was written
Handbags filled with pure vacation
F*ck a vocation
F*ck tradition
I rode through Mulholland
Pink paint in the air like Emissions
Dark Sky's bring intuition
Pure concentration
Everybody's looking for redemption
Heavens gate received restoration
Pure love only motivation