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mother, won’t you tell me, why these things, they goin’ on? all these things they goin’ on
brother, please help me, with everything that’s goin’ wrong; everything is goin’ wrong

i’m still trying to remember, every day,
living up here, myself in space,
is never a good idea when you can’t hear out what anybody else would say – i know
got to look down on earth, see all the trouble goin’ round on earth, when she opens up her mouth
but i think i’m too far out
gravity can’t pull me down
endlessly floating
now i feel like i’m a supermassive black hole, pullin’ in the weight of our world
all because i didn’t get that call back, heart attack, where would i be without my boo?
i know that you had said,
“boy, you gotta get your ass up out yo head”
up out yo bed
up from them sheets
sinkin’ so low, just ‘cuz i ain’t caught my flow this week
i know people tryna eat, but  i’m tryna thrive
people strugglin’ to stay alive, when i’m trippin’ on catchin’ my vibe
i’m up so high past the clouds, baby bring me back down
and with my feet on the ground, maybe i can feel right wondering

mother, won’t you tell me, why these things, they goin’ on? why these things they goin’ on
brother, please help me, with everything that’s goin’ wrong; everything is goin’ wrong

[so high in my pod, baby let me feel some sod]
all i need’s your words to caress me down into your atmosphere, where i might see clear and feel an earthquake shake me up and down and all through from my toes to my head
tell me, why am i still in my bed?
need to get out from my eyes today, gotta see out of your eyes some way
oh, but i can’t even handle my own, how can i think of the world’s?
and then my own baby girl’s? ahhh
now i can’t focus
i think i broke this
my oxygen be runnin’ low up here

mother, won’t you tell me, why these things, they goin’ on? all these things they goin’ on
brother, please help me, with everything that’s goin’ wrong; everything is goin’ wrong

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from Contact, released April 21, 2017

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