He′s a real nowhere man

Sitting in his nowhere land

Making all his nowhere plansWith nobody

Doesnt have a point of view

Knows not where he's going to

Isn′t he a bit like me and you?

Why not come and chill at mi casa?

Kick it like it's soccer

Have a little fun but do it proper

I might make you pasta

You can share that code to your heart you keep behind a locker

Smoking like a rasta, as we talk about space

Oh, you like to play games? baby girl, then lets race

Tattoos decorate her foreground

Credits to the artist

I love his attention to detail

You can clearly see that it's here that his true talent prevails

Really knows how to display the image of a train being derailed

It truly comes to life when you see the little side details like how she inhales

I know he probably deserves pay but at least he′s being praised

Geniuses like him deserve a bit more than a couple four weeks

Pays rather he should be reminded of his work be it Weekend or weekday

But no respect for the artist you′ll find in the world these days

Wake up early on the weekend

Wanna sleep in

But i cant gotta keep on keeping on

My heart makes a beat so i breath the song, yea

Life is daunting

Part of me is way too cautious, whoa

Yea, ion care if i'm living

When my body′s done, i aint finished, uh

Intertwined with infinite

So of course my sins are forgiven, yea

Go and grab hold of the energy

Spirits of saints have been sent to my entity

Spirit of truth has been piercing my enemies

I am unbeatable

It's unbelievable

Surfing my consciousness

Mind is a rocketship, yea

Wont sell my soul for the profit

I keep my soul for the prophets

I′ll become one with the prophets

We are a part of all of this, man