Keep your eyes on the Gram, play hate to the process Just (Fly me to the moon) We're both the same (Fly me to the moon) or some place else I usually attend to the loony bin misadventures, but not today Callers, better note I'm miles away Usually just stick to whatever's on a plate and just play along But lately everybody's been like Bless, and if you're ever back in town pay me a visit Lately you've been busy, but you're trying to work it out Say you're trying to work it out Instead of tales of you reaching inner peace Just hit me with another of how you change fast, unlike your enemies Memory has seen you bleed over last few years Yet nine out of ten wouldn't trade for another Sit down Eat well Take care, my brother Has seen you sweat, restlessly roll on a bed The least but not the last It's all yours, we're blessed, my brother