feelin we transcend just a little bit
spirit hand in hand i can feel the grip 
we aint got not choice so we flow with it
but now i got my shit let me deal with it 

tell me its not chance that we here with it
i can still feel it like the first day that we kicked it 
in your city flipping
ima still hold down the vision

i believe its true
fly across the mother moon
 she will see us through
never expect rain to fall seasons we go through
harvest blooming vegetables pick your favorite fruit

when i said you're the only one
i aint giving up to niggas who aint worth my time
to reach our height of seasoned love
let me sort through all my pentacles we're worth the toll

feelin we transcend just a little bit
spirit hand in hand i can feel the grip 
but i got my own shit let me deal with that
feeling like we dropped the bag
i ain't tryna be selfish
loosing thoughts of what we shared

i believe its true
we can only step to the beat of our own tune

eye got shit, u got shit/mothermoon

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eye got shit, u got shit/mothermoon

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