Yeek – Cosmic Freeway Lyrics

Don't know what happened 
Growing up that made me such a hopeless romantic 
Then I met my first love 
Four years flew by, then I dipped to live like a savage 

Then I faded karma, had a bad fist fight 
Bitch gave me a black eye 
Gotta follow my dharma 
Defeat my anger 
Clean up my third eye 

By the end of it all, I'll be speeding on a cosmic freeway 
By the end of it all, I'll be speeding on a cosmic freeway 
Yeah, yeah

Sometimes I like to get deep in conversation 
Sometimes my small talk means "f*ck off" 
Sometimes I'm philosophical when I'm wasted 
Guess my ex-girl's ways rubbed off 

But I still don't know what my purpose is here 
I know enough to know 
That what I think I know ain't clear 
I just wanna go wherever my heaven is 
It's far away from here (it's far away)

By the end of it all, I'll be speeding on a cosmic freeway 
By the end of it all, I'll be speeding on a cosmic freeway 
Yeah, yeah
By the end of it all, I'll be speeding on a cosmic freeway 
By the end of it all, I'll be speeding on a cosmic freeway 
Yeah, yeah

I'll be speeding on a cosmic freeway 
By the end of it all, I'll be speeding on a cosmic freeway, yeah

I winked at the universe today and she smiled back
The rays of her sun reflected on puddles that caught my attention
She kissed my skin on a June afternoon
While her trees shaded the perfected bronze
That's how she paints
Her tune isn't familiar to most
But the twigs do sway to her breeze 
And the water ripples through her songs
And that's how she sings
Sometimes she's sad
Her blue skin dilutes to a dullness and she weeps
She can't control her actions 
Bringing life to death in a blink of an eye
And she gets hurt by you and I, which makes her tense
The reflections of her ocean aren't strong enough to remind her of her beauty
And as Autumn peaks it's head, her nervousness grows strong
Stale and withered her limbs become 
Pale and frigid her surface grows
Her wind is strong enough to tear a heart
And that's how she dances
But she's still a slither of perfection

Sometimes I try (better than art)
To be a normal boy that you want me to be 
But I'm sorry, baby, I can't
'Cause I'm an alien boy 
I'm an alien boy