Текст песни Peter Pan Shit - Jonathan AKA J Dub feat. Anna Helena Jackson

Ugh, we on that real peter pan shit
Instagram your first site of neverland shit
Let me welcome you to my new fuckin pirate crew
Where I'm the captain of this damn ship
Ugh we on that real peter pan shit
Activating your deeper peneal gland shit
True players of primordial chaos
We on that nice dyonisus, ghede, krishna, flute of pan shit
Ugh, we on that real peter pan shit
Smoking on the strongest hash in all of Amsterdam, sh*t
No filler, this that real substance shit
Best change your ways so the aliens can land shit
Ugh, we on that real peter pan shit
Take the planet in our hands and advance it
Earth Mama Anna Jackson's got the whole squad dancing
And I'ma fuck up u actors with the swag of Charles Manson

Real light working
cuz this aint no fucking stage magic, star-crossed
loving til we die, cuz we stay tragic
ey, what you doing baby girl? Don't jump out your window
ey, you know that you can fly now that J Dub your friend tho
We can soar through the clouds miles high smokin endo
Til the sky swirl around like a drawing by Bendow
And if you can't comprehend how I am the man
I hit u with some Buddhist chants from way out in Japan like.
Namu Myōhō Renge Kyō
How far will that f*ckin J Dub Go?
For this lightning to strike twice, you better pray to Shango
If you don't like it, cut your ear off like your name Van Gogh
That's cuz my words so impressionistic
That's cuz my words could impress a mystic
man, I hate on how you cater cuz I spit sophistic
Still expect apocalypse, cuz I'm pessimistic

Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no clones
Where there's only smart and glamorous nymphs that's polyamorous
In intimate huddles in distant art houses
Our rituals guide all you muggles to your future spouses
Gathering like MTG, That be that CTG
Rock out like CCR put that to MP3
We use that VST to induce ESP
until the day that J Dub make it onto MTV
ha ha, this is for the kid interested in what Bauhaus is
Sick and tired of Mickey Mouses tryna keep us on our couches
Y'all gon know me, homie, when my swag is like Klaus's
Yeah, and as I take a swigg off my 40 from Rouses I'm thinkin

Ugh, we on that real Peter Pan Shit
Instagram your first sight of Neverland,
my definition's too high you shoulda found a better bandwidth
J Dub be that always in demand shit
Ugh, we on that real Peter Pan Shit
Our interpretive dance that real Martha Graham shit
Night in jail, out on bail, time to rail shit
More like Bob fuckin Dylan than Kate Blanchett
We on that real Peter Pan Shit
Rock a road-dog bandana but read up on Ayn Rand shit
I hate to beat on this dead horse, but of course
I'll still be rocking nonstop when the resources all rancid
We on that real Peter Pan Shit
In the van on the way to Burning Man
They don't quite understand yet, just how this kid set
Beverly Hills on fire that's the sight of burning mansions

We on that real Peter Pan Shit

I want to take this time to express a big f*ck you
to all these institutions claiming they want us to be ourselves
just so long as we end up...
exactly how they want us to be

I'm sayin, I won't grow up
I don't want to go to school
Just to give you all my money
and obey your fuckin rule
I won't grow up
I don't wanna wear a tie
or a serious expression
in the middle of July

We on that real Peter Pan Shit

We on that real Peter Pan Shit

* bounce *