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Best Est. 2019
its all about inside
head down head down head down the last lane (repeat)
jiminy cricket, fixed up your sins its read in the scriptures, its just the mixture getting the sickness, lets get addicted if you don't make a difference then you just a statistic is it just a little piece of the puzzle are they going to leave me in the puddle, trying tospeak with a muzzle when I'm all lost up in the riddle, twisted up in a ruddle Feel like I'm waving in the middle and I'm making a muddle I just be living to the fiddle, but im feeling befuddled when all the poets got belittled, I completed the puzzle What'll you turn to when god don't answer? if you ask your pastor maybe that's you cancer never let me be a lemming, I act as master and listen to the drunken wise-men banter my purpose on this earth is just the service of converting these words from gods to verse all that I can speak is in your soul but you wont know until you've heard from thoughts dispersed I'm Tennyson of our tennis party by the shrubs that line the crown they'll call this sound the bohemian crunk, compare us to the knights of round. then sell my splendors, to every vendors, and spread our song throughout. on sixteen camels, that inch through chasms, vallies, fields and moats.
(chorus) HEAD DOWN. shoulders up HEAD DOWN. throwing up Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com HEAD DOWN THE LAST LANE underwater callling all aboard the fast train
hes randomly babbling, contact the family that be the cavalry, thank the academy?tapping these melodies, channeling energy sample me happily, man this the glamour vie all the amenities. cancel that vanity gambling everything, damn all thee –odds I will get lost in the camofleeeeee-ajj y'all can be soft, I'm a get offfff got my kicks, did my thing, talk my shit got my kicks did my thing, talk my shit got my kicks, did my thing, talk my shit talk my shit, talk my shit, talk my shit
for I'm the owner of the sphere of seven stars and solar year caesar's hand, and plato's brain of buddhas heart and shakespeare's strain achilles heal will not be healed and everybody jumped in the river styx had a big poolparty, with lots of cocaine and this is not a myth. somebody
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sharpen your pencils straighten your ties, shine your shoes, button your flies, brush your teeth, comb your hair, sweep the floor, eat blueberry pies eat blueberry spies is good
do you see what I mean? my lion is fed and I sleep at his side. yak yak yak darts well that was quite nice now sing that part. alright don't be a sucker all your life, dummy up ya dope, dummy up
you can't fall off mountains fool!
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