Look Up To The Sun

45 degrees and the tide is low

Bikinis on the beach of New Mexico

Ooh-na-na, I drink Ambrosia

Jaguars and Caviar for dinner

I call Dibs on the Rhino ribs

Our life is lavish

Let's go dive in Venice

Behind golden bars

We are too broke to fly to Mars

Turquoise waters turn to coal

On the coast of Monaco

So where are we gonna go now?

Where are we gonna go?

I look up to the sun

To see what is gonna come

I look up to the sun

Trying to see where we're gonna run

It's been years since I've seen the stars (iyee, iyee)

Heard the sky used to have them all (ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa)

And now the man on the moon had to move (the man, the man)

His rent was going through the roof, like ours too (iyee-eh-eh)

People packed like sardines

Melted rubber on the streets

But it's too late to leave now (you messed up)

I smoke some THC

For my fever dreams

Is it the air I breathe?

Or all just conspiracy? (iyee-eh-eh)

We trade food for acid

Solitude for absinthe

Coral reefs

Are just make-believes

While the elite smokes Cuban cigars on the Côte d'Ivoire

Throws ivory balls in Montreal

I'm dozing off in a pool of plastic

In the ruins of Athens

And now I look up to the sun

I'm trying to see what is gonna come, hmm

And when I look up to, I look up to the sun, yeah

I'm trying to see where we're gonna run

(And now I look up to the sun) the sea is heating up

And now you seek your luck

You reset on Mars, that's what I see (I'm trying to see what is gonna come)

But don't reach for the stars

There's too much to recover that we've messed up in the past

(And now I look up to, I look up to the sun, yeah)

We got caught up by the past (see where we're gonna run)

Some are trying to get out