Questions in the Garden (Freestyle) Video (MV)

Rainbows, butterflies
Over my head
When I lay in the grass
So green, on my ass
Feels like I'm in a trans, oh
I, I want to fly with those little guys
Blue, red and white
Up in the sky
They're feeling so high
No worries in their minds
The ultimate dream
Is to go and see
A new world that surrounds me
Little dreams in my head
Spinnin' out, it's a mess
But my fingers grip on the petals
Does he love me?
Does he love me not?
It doesn't matter
Cause I do on my own
I don't need no one
In my own world here on this grass
Aye, aye
I see glitter all around me
Sprinklin' on me
So shiny, ultraviolet
Beamin' through my skin
Out into endless
Time, it's not linear
But I see in her
Into your eyes
The window of the soul
Covered in gold
I want a new rose petal path
I might follow you
All the way to the end
I guess we'll never know where it will end
That's the question
On all our papers
We light it up we get the answers
Hey, hey, hey, ya-a-a, hey
Their wings fly away
It looks so subtle during the day
But at the night when you dream and you close your eyes it's so
Perfectly clear
What is it near?
Angel or hell?
Don't never tell
I can never tell
Why can't I tell, why can't we tell, why can't you tell?
Its a hidden message, hidden thought, maybe not though
All the ways to access the answer
All the ways to answer the message
Sent by the prophet
Who is the prophet?
So many questions
I guess it really doesn't f*cking matter
I'm just ramblin' onto this paper
Into this f*ckin' voice memo box
On my phone
I'm singing the words
They're just flowin' out of my mouth hole
What does that sound like bro?
That sounds f*ckin' weird though
I love this freestylin' method
That's got me on another level
It's got me elevated to the surface
With no lid on
Cause I'm shootin' to the sky
I haven't even gotten f*ckin' high yet
I'm just singing these words
Writing these words, babe
They're endlessly flowing like the
Rivers on the coast
Don't wanna f*ckin' boast though
I might just roast you
No, I'm not a bully
But my friends would say different
What?
This freestyle has gone on for six minutes
Don't even know where else to go with this
I just keep f*ckin' singing out these flows though
And I like to say f*ck it's my favorite word, dough
Eaten this Alfredo
(laugh)
I'm done with this
Did that solve anything?
Maybe not, it just expanded the mind
I'll think about it in some time
I'll reflect on it later
I guess we'll see that later then
Adios amigos
See you later in the distant future
Goin' nowhere to my ultraviolet
Bo-ba-be-be-be-bo-bo-da-be