╭─────────────────────────────────────╮ ⋆｡°✩ ── 𝒩𝑒𝒷𝓊𝓁𝒶𝑒 ── ✩°｡⋆ [ Orbit • Cosmic ] ▶ 03:33 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━●──────────── 05:45 ⏮ ◀◀ ⏸ ▶▶ ⏭ [ HQ AUDIO: 24-BIT / 96KHZ ] ──── 🪐 Promted Written & by Nebulae 🪐 ──── ───────────────────────────────────── 🪐 Orbit the Community: 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz ╰─────────────────────────────────────╯ *+:｡.｡ ────────── ✦ 𝕃𝕐ℝ𝕀ℂ𝕊 ✦ ────────── ｡.｡:+* Haha...yeah Alright... Yo... Already stuck in his next project... He really got no chill ... (no chill...) You laid down the pen, now your glued to the screen... I haven't moved from the spot nor returned to the scene... But I'm feeling the call that pulls me back home... So I push myself up and I reach for my phone... And I toss you a glance and I whisper to you... I'm ordering pizza... You want one too? (mhm...) You nod your head no words not a breath Hyperfocused, programming, life and death I order sauce Hollandaise, Broccoli and chicken Test if you're listening, "Hey, Baby, ficken?" (ficken?) And I drift back into the cushion with that smile on my face As I spark up the next just to drift into space (drift...) Cause I know you're not listening when your lost in your world... And really I like hanging out in mine... (mine...) The Dichter's dense, but now the Dichter's catching a contact high (Dicht!) So dense, dear Dichter, kissing that sober sense goodbye... (bye-bye...) The ash is fading fast, the vision starts to blur — He thought he watched the lines, but now he writes like her. Call it a market crash — his steady balance tanking I'm shorting all his logic while the poetry is banking Call it a corporate merger — the Rausch took full control, We're liquidating clarity and cashing in the soul! (cashing in!) (He's getting so dicht!) (Oh yeah!) Shut off the screen, Babe, come cuddle... (come cuddle...) The doorbell rings and he sits there and rants, "Shit, babygirl, I'm not wearing pants" (haha!) So I haul myself back from outer space And I answer the door with elegant grace (so graceful...) That means tripping the stairs as I crash to the floor, "Makes 53", I toss 55 through the door. The pc's shut down upon return He's chill on the sofa, kicked back — full relax I drop down beside him and toss him a box (catch.) We sit there eating quietly in candlelight "You know what, Babe, everything is going to be alright." And I drift back into the cushion with that smile on my face As I spark up the next just to drift into space (drift...) Cause I know you're not listening when your lost in your world... And really I like hanging out in mine... (mine...) The Dichter's dense, but now the Dichter's catching a contact high (Dicht!) So dense, dear Dichter, kissing that sober sense goodbye... (bye-bye...) The ash is fading fast, the vision starts to blur — He thought he watched the lines, but now he writes like her. Call it a market crash — his steady balance tanking I'm shorting all his logic while the poetry is banking Call it a corporate merger — the Rausch took full control, We're liquidating clarity and cashing in the soul! (cashing in!) (He's getting so dicht!) (Oh yeah!) Shut off the screen, Babe, come cuddle... (come cuddle...) And you sit there in your underwear... I'm stoned off my ass... And I spark the next one... Heaven... at last. (at last...) The Dichter's dense, but now the Dichter's catching a contact high (Dicht!) So dense, dear Dichter, kissing that sober sense goodbye... (bye-bye...) The ash is fading fast, the vision starts to blur — He thought he watched the lines, but now he writes like her. Call it a market crash — his steady balance tanking I'm shorting all his logic while the poetry is banking Call it a corporate merger — the Rausch took full control, We're liquidating clarity and cashing in the soul! (cashing in!) (He's getting so dicht!) (Oh yeah!) Shut off the screen, Babe, come cuddle... (come cuddle...)
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