Hot?" I was planning on recording "The Sopranos" I forgot I love shows with or without a plot I'll stare 'til my legs are numb, my eyes bloodshot Because I only have
the jet in the cut, dig it Boogie jive and rap is life where I'm from Where I'm from, I might play with Izzy where I'm from Where I'm from, it be like
or Wack? Yeah, I mean I hear what your sayin I mean you got carried away in the moment And I could forgive you...I could do that I could do anything
we found a deli-store but this wasn't what we wanted Junk Food is the only exception Junk Food is the rule over everything Junk Food and some chocolate ice-cream Junk
be your trash can I'm not a garbage truck With endless space for junk The lava kept on flowing I don't have a nervous system That's just a sewer system
s one thing I must say Before they lock me up again - You'd be safer at the back When I'm having an attack! Hyperactive: when I'm small Hyperactive: now I
and piss bags Never having sex and growing old Growing old Head space, alive and painless Weightless and almost sane I close my eyes, I become the sky
Yes, I'm an alien Yes, I'm an alien Yes, I'm an alien I come from outer space Yes, I'm an alien Yes, I'm an alien Yes, I'm an alien I came to rock this
s how I had it locked Through the bags on the baddest block Newest Jag wen I pass the cops Who's as bad as a savage, I (I) You niggaz brag alot, talkin
's right baby I can see a lot of people who feel like I do I can see a lot of people who feel like I don't I go on step lightly even when I'm heavy High
beat up like mike tyson's punch out I flipped it up and went a whole different route And now i lift it up 'cause its what i'm all about Then i throw
what that hit your face It must have been a can of mace I ain't got nothin' to say Just two words out there Oil of Olay Boy, just give me some space Ugly
boys But time grew thin and the axis Was left somehow incomplete Where instead of child lions We found aging junkie sheep How many wasted have I seen
, yes, I do Yes, I do, yes, I do, yes, I do Because I want to A bunch of space junk Fell in the street last night, yeah, yeah A bunch of space junk Fell
and supreme. Before a microphone, still, I fiend. This was a take, I wasn't supposed to break, I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate. I wanna see
of the powdered food And piss bags, never having sex and growing old Headspace... alive and painless, Weightless and almost sane I close my eyes, I become
I need, lots of maps I read I would love to run my own farm I like the Beatles, funk and punk I watch hockey, basketball, play chess I eat veggie-junk
