Lyrics:
Mr 305 checking in
Know we the united nations
We drumming from all cities, all countries
States, whole planets, it don't matter
Like heaven, this
overcome with doubt
Frozen in the black sea
In the end we'll all return to dust
Matter for energy
Disorganized, consciousness a bust
All because we had
school
It's number one in the state (Hey, hey! Take it away! Get that ball and fight!)
So be true to your school now
Just like you would to your girl
school
It's number one in the state
So be true to your school now
Just like you would to your girl or guy
Be true to your school now
And let your
coming down
No matter what you say
I like it up here anyway
Sit tight, Mr. Bellamy
This shouldn't take long
In the delusionary state (Easy)
No
states
You must celebrate to behold
At the yard sale, the bride's veil was there (come on)
Go easy
Don't matter what you bring (come on)
Go easy
Right now, I'm in a state of mind
I wanna be in like all the time
Ain't got no tears left to cry
So I'm pickin' it up, pickin' it up
I'm lovin',
still matters,
If these bones were not so shattered,
What state, so desperate,
Within a hollow shell, in a forgotten state.
Come tear the dirt
Square?) Nah
'Cause there's nothing can compare with
Strolling along Peach tree street with my baby on my arm
I got the sweetest peach in Georgia,
portion of this here United States
That's a matter of fact, buddy
And you know it well
So I just call myself the U.S. Male
That's M A L E, son, that's
If your whole life somehow
Wasn't much 'til now
And you've almost lost
Your will to live
No matter what you've been through
Long as there's
it's pressurized
Yeah it's pressurized
Watch my heart race from the fact I can't keep it organized
I'm disorganized
Move from a state to a state where I
Ain't it funny that the way you feel
shows on your face
and no matter,how you try to hide it'll state your case
Now a frown will bring your Sprits
The fact of the matter is that opinions aren't a factor
Know yourself before leaving this carbon matter
I had enough of the chitchat call me out I won't call
Oh look away, look away, look away!
Look away, look away,
It's a lovely day today in the USA.
Like a great big strawberry short-cake,
around my hands.
I got caught in the web
Cause I didn't stand a chance.
I can't control the state I'm in
Go back in line and repeat it again.
I
the house where the bonsai died
Things are all disorganized
Eyelids lift and the pain subsides
Train your gun with your feet spread wide
In the house where
a messenger can trade in trades in
Takes me back against the everglades
Back against the out-of-state
This is the last place I go for now
It takes me back
I believe that this world was made for everyone
I can see all that wealth won't make a champion
All that matters in my world (life)
All that
your nephew
I don't want it, don't want it, don't want it anymore
And when the answer that you want
Is in the question that you state
Come what
your nephew
I don't want it, don't want it, don't want it anymore
And when the answer that you want
Is in the question that you state
Come what
that I can't explain
In my state of mind
I move myself as I search the stone
For any lines to unwind
I grabbed some change when I thought I could
Left my
If your whole life somehow
Wasn't much 'til now
And you've almost lost
Your will to live
No matter what you've been through
Long as there's
life (life)
In this life (life)
One too many years, some tattooed eyelids on a facelift
(Thought you might wanna know now)
Mind over matter is
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