lyrics and art by ash jetson.
produced by craniumnoir.
recorded at kwab's house.
lyrics:
the chronicles of an indigo,
born somewhere on a distant globe,
tryna find ways to get back home
I'm from a land
where theres gold in the sand
campfires of herb
surrounded by people holdin hands
and LSD waterfalls,
taller than the Taj mahal
no one drinks alcohol,
and there's no such thing as adderall,
then through a telescope,
my people saw earth,
saw divided nations, full of impatience,
hatred, and hurt
so they sent me in a flyin sauca
with some seeds of ayahuasca
to come and show the humans
how to evolve and live and union,
but for generations,
nobody wanted to listen
now im stuck in a world
lost in an ego addiction,
not thinkin bout they decisions,
dont know what the fuck
they snortin or sippin
but they'll do it to fit in
you can see in they eyes their mind gone,
face stuck in they iphones,
man you should call em we phones
y'all might as well be clones,
no one wants to be an individual
can't find no one original, and this
shit got me missin home,
the chronicles of an indigo
born somewhere on a distant globe,
tryna find ways to
and i dont know if ill ever make it back,
drawin this map,
hopin one day that i wont be trapped
