Always look at the white sky and you lose your head in the clouds,
Wanna step onto them and float onto their ground.
You appear from the hillside and there’s a funny look in your eye,
Between a rock and a hard place and I will either do or say die.

Spins the phrases together ’til something starts to make sense,
Talk of the future ignoring the present tense.
Start shining the night sky you light up like a solar flair,
Won’t just burn up on contact as we enter the atmosphere.

Hail to the bop believe me,
Take your time to come back and see me.
I’ve been waiting here so long and now you’ve taken off again.

Hail Bop by Django Django
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