What a feeling when I a feel for real I'm overwoke and a table
I shed a and then appear in the mirror Still hear but blasted out through cable
Sand trap, the only is still under construction Same vein but textures An selection
I'm whip my hip out my frame Twist bone that hooks the brain Loops needs a twin action Fast enough to the attraction
I hide Pacing back and vanity is what I need But I'm stuck
I lie When all my fall short Of everything that I be If I slouching
Come to my range If you can't hang you I won't change
She'd be a model if you her some time She'll spin the if you give her a sign
I can see it and it's audibly Tastes like a can of broccoli hook like slimy apostrophe One missing between two monstrosities
I'm finna my hip out my frame Twist that hooks through the brain Loops needs a twin action enough to flip the attraction
I away Pacing and forth Some vanity is what I But I'm slouching
I lie When all my dreams fall Of that I could be If I slouching
Oh...Blast!
Cut after cut of energy Beams are buffed and I'm "yay" Back in the beast, this impulse slave Close it up then the wave
I just wanted to be the slick glaive in glow Snake the wheel, now I know what I known I just wanted to be the slick glaive in glow All up and raving and rolled through the snow, go
Go Go Go Go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go