Peter Pan Shit ft. Anna Helena Jackson Lyrics

We on that real Peter Pan shit

Instagram your first sight of Neverland shit

Lemme welcome you to my new fucking pirate crew

Where I'm the captain of this damn ship

We on that real Peter Pan shit

Activating your deeper pineal gland shit

True players of primordial chaos

We on that nice Dionysus, Ghede, Krishna, flute of Pan shit

We on that real Peter Pan shit

Smoking on the strongest hash in all of Amsterdam shit

No filler, this that real substance shit

Best change your ways so the aliens can land shit

We on that real Peter Pan shit

Take the planet in our hands and advance it

Earth Mama Anna Jackson got the whole squad dancing

And I'm gonna fuck up you actors with the swag of Charles Manson

Real lightworking cuz this ain't no fucking stage magic

Star-crossed loving til we die cuz we stays tragic

Hey, what you doing baby girl, don't jump out your window

Hey, you know that you can fly now that J Dub your friend though

We can soar through the clouds miles high smoking endo

Til the sky swirls around like a drawing by Bendow

And if you can't comprehend how I am the man

I'll hit you with some Buddhist chants from way out in Japan like

'Nam Miyoho Renge Kyo' How far will that fucking 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

Gather 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

This is for the kid interested in what Bauhaus is

Sick and tired of Mickey Mouses tryna keep us on our couches

Y'all gonna know me homie when my swag is like Klaus's

Yeah, and as I take a swig off my 40 from Rouse's I'm thinking

We on that Real Peter Pan Shit

Instagram your first sight of Neverland

My definition's too high, you should've tried a better bandwidth

J Dub be that always in demand shit

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 Cate 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

We'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

I was cruising on the playa

We on that real Peter Pan Shit

I wanna take this time to express a big fuck 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 won't grow up

I don't want to go to school

Just to give you all my money

And obey your fucking rule

I won't grow up

I don't want to 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

Real Peter Pan shit

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