Met a girl, thought she was grand Fell in love found out first hand Went well for a week or two Then it all came unglued In a trap, trip I can't grip
Every thing's so blurry And everyone's so fake And everybody's empty And everything is so messed up Preoccupied without you I cannot live at all My whole
Well the wicked king of clubs awoke And it was to his queen turned His lips were laughing as they spoke His eyes like bullets burned The sun's upon a
Mudd Monster following me uh It's hard but I really can't see uh He lives inside the trees uh Outside of New Orleans uh He'll eat your flesh like Hannibal
I remember when Jonah was a baby He used to run outside pull his diper off and it in the puddle we had to put a lock on the door and he pulled everything
Yeah you make me drop to my knees your body doesnt come with an eaz ima' bring you down to my mudd pitt you like it like that i'll lick your clit ya
When I was four years old, they tried to test my I.Q. They showed me a picture of 3 oranges and a pear They said, "Which one is different? It does not
I will lean into you, you can be the wind I will open my mouth and you can come rushing in You can rush in so hard and make it so I can't breath, I breath
You gotta have the right tools For every job so I invite myself in Through a hole in the fence I am tripping through the junkyard Scanning over the piles
I'm not hurting anyone I'm just telling my truth And if there If there is something wrong Then maybe There's something wrong with you What's the big
I saw on the poster My name was printed Just a little bit smaller I can see you need to stand Just a little bit taller No one ever talks about it But
My lipstick jumped ship to a styrofoam cup With the coffee gone the conversation strong All I got left to give, baby, is up But sentiments like shadows
State trooper thinks I drive too fast Pulled me over to tell me so I say out here on the prarie Any speed is too slow I miss Brooklyn, I miss my crew
Sitting in the boardroom The 'I'm-so-bored' room Listening to the suits Talk about their world They can make straight lines Out of almost anything Except
The windows of my soul Are made of one way glass Don't bother looking into my eyes Something you want to know Just ask, I got a dead bolt stroll Where
I'm still here because I got nothing else to do You're an asshole but I'm getting used to you I like the fact that you talk incessantly I got a thing
I know so many white people I mean, where do I start? The trouble with white people Is you can't tell them apart I'm so bad with names And dates and