Lyrics:
wait to get out
Fell in love out of college
Good man for a bad year
Visions of sugarplums and boxes of roses
All my girlfriends cried, and I was outta
through here
Is stormy weather
And it's raining
It's raining in my heartland
We're packing them boxes for something better
Ran across my mom
I'm obnoxious and no one's home
In My Head
In My Head
Cardboard boxes filled with hate
In My Head
They're In My Head
Nest of termites, glowin'
voz veen (It will crush and burn one to dust)
Desekh fel un torimur (A journey to the underworld)
Zev arn fel nurech ei radd'ak ante kroza (So one can
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh
We're living in boxes, boxes
We're living in boxes, boxes
Ever since I was young
I've had a difficult time
Playing by the rules
I
Sat there
Depressed
And by excitement
Had gone
The day
Of the boxes
Is upon me
The
Christmas tree
I threw out
The window
Is now a home
head in the old
Old fashion
You know how it is my friend
In the boxes of those picture frames
Hold your insides 'cause you're cold at night
Warm
The devil's inside of you
It might be contagious
It might change the plan
Get back in your tiny boxes
Even if you can't
We say you can
Join
Projected memories passing by leading back to my reality speed frame coloured boxes with pleasant Ambiance imagination raped by a commercial car
full of dollars, a list full of problems
I address them like P.O. Boxes
Yeah, I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit
We so out of it, zero tolerance
Yeah, please Don't Be Alarmed
By The Far Footsteps You Hear
Coming Up From The Rear
It's Only A One Man Army
Carter, Me, That's Who
Eh, John Just Let
you've got boxes of your own.
Cause we're defined so much
By these things in boxes that we keep
Holding on while still letting go
All these boxes that we
piece
Catalogued and stored
In sterile boxes
I wouldn't care at all
Piece by piece
Catalogued and stored
In sterile boxes
I want you to give
My body
If you ain't got two kids by twenty-one
You're probably gonna die alone
Least that's what tradition told you
And it don't matter if you don't
full of dollars, a list full of problems
I address them like P.O. Boxes
Yeah, I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit
We so out of it, zero tolerance
mystery companion
I know that you don't want to be
Out here forever on this road
Or live among the boxes
Where all my past lives have been stowed
about this shit partner
Every move is so watched by these rich boxes
So why should I lose all my rich sponsors
I'm gone then you suddenly hip hoppin'
out here in plain sight (I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I)
I can hear them whisper as we pass by (I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I)
It's a bad sign, bad sign (I, I)
Something
I may need a helper
Bitch say she wanna fucking, so you know what nigga left for
Rose by the cases, [?] by the boxes
[?] I'm the shit, so how
Seeing more and feeling less
Calloused to devastation
Numb to waves of tragedy
Inhumanity grows routine
Paralyzed
By madness
Chaos embracing me
In ages past when spells were cast
In a time of men in steel
When a man was taught no special thing
It was all done by feel
So listen, so
get off your feet
Check the boxes
One by one
Check the boxes
Until it's done
If you ain't got two kids by twenty-one
You're probably gonna die alone
Least that's what tradition told you
And it don't matter if you don't
I'm packing up boxes
I knew this day was coming
But it takes me by surprise
Ooh will it all be forgotten
When I pull out of this driveway
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