Hot course (?) bits and pieces
People dismiss them for no reason
Gotta take time out just to breathe in
And now, yoga (?) and stuff to see things
Down low antidotes people screaming
Wide awake, walking blind half sleeping, speaking
Why your phone keeps beeping?
A trillion forts, no rest till the weekend
I'm gonna make the colors trip and swirl
Getting something real for all the boys and girls
Filling my cup up up
Filling my cup of life (love?), of life (love?)
Thinking that one connects the dots
Taking a mental shot of us
Freezing pours for a minute
Just be in the moment
For a while let it sink in
The key thing the thing's alright
Seem it the bleakist for the fly bird who only has three wings
Sits on the hill slowly scheming
I wonder if would they ever believe in
That his quirk is not just a freak thing
That's what makes him stronger, faster at speeding
I'm gonna make the colors trip and swirl
Getting something real for all the boys and girls
Filling my cup up up
Filling my cup of life, of life
Thinking about what connects the dots
Taking a mental shot of us
Clouds in my hair
Crystals on my toes
Seven types of incense with a silver rose
Ah-ah, can you smell it? Ah-ah
Flowers in my hair
Crystals on my toes
Seven types of incense with a silver rose
Ah-ah, can you smell it? Ah-ah
Filling my cup up up
Filling my cup of life, of life
Thinking about what connects the dots
Taking a mental shot of us
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