What a when I feel a feel for real I'm and flippin' a table
I a tear and then appear in the mirror Still hear but blasted out through pineal
trap, the only path is still under construction Same vein but different An selection
I'm finna whip my hip out my bone that hooks through the brain Loops needs a twin action Fast enough to flip the
I away back and forth Some vanity is I need But I'm slouching
I lie When all my fall short Of everything I could be If I slouching
back to my range If you hang you know I won't change
She'd be a model if you her some time She'll the bottle if you give her a sign
I can see it and it's wobbly Tastes just like a can of Fishing like slimy apostrophe One letter missing between two
I'm whip my hip out my frame Twist bone hooks through the brain Loops lonely needs a twin Fast enough to flip the
I hide back and forth Some is what I need But I'm slouching
I lie When all my dreams short Of everything that I be If I slouching
Oh...Blast!
Cut after cut of energy Beams are and I'm like "yay" Back in the beast, hate impulse slave Close it up then ride the
I just to be the slick glaive robed in glow Snake round the wheel, now I know I known I just wanted to be the glaive robed in glow All wrapped up and and rolled through the snow, go
Go Go Go Go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go