| Tap tap tap lick the globe against the moon |
| For the next tune we’ll let the camera zoom into the bedroom |
| The more she raises her voice, the less I really hear |
| The more she leaves the house, the less I spend on beer |
| All thoughts are clear, |
| Chain smoker box of ??? |
| Got to shed this excess gear before we cross this bridge |
| If we make it to the opposite side of where we stand |
| We can get some land and make a plan |
| Woman and man |
| But your only twenty something are you ready to change? |
| You’ve accomplished plenty running |
| Are you tired? Are you hungry? |
| Up to no good, but down to try to hard |
| And to depart and sever the old ways of gauging the weather |
| And when they ask if you treat me right |
| I have to lie and yes if i’m to answer the question |
| Here I dance again in front of the mirror, solitair |
| Wondering where you are, what’s the time, why am I losing all my hair? |
| If I could hook half as good as you looked |
| I’d trade in my head phones and my notebook |
| For all the time you took up to shine |
| Shook up my align-ment, hooked up to silence |
| Cause these footsteps is my steps |
| Sample: Just Get out and don’t come back again |
| Slug: And don’t come again |
| Ok enter mommy’s little socia path |
| Hoping I have the sober cells left |
| To taste the smoke on her breathe |
| Chosen my steps |
| Prepare to pour a ear fill |
| Trying to drive her soul |
| Keep your hands on the steering wheel! |
| One at nine the other at three |
| Won’t ever find another like she |
| I call it theif because she took it Put the key in the hole and started upsetting cruise control |
| BAM! Hit a tree, my fault I wasn’t looking |
| Distracted, but ain’t no body acting suprised |
| Mapping out a plan to put me back in her eyes |
| She laid her hand on her thighs |
| Damn near went blind |
| And spread my wings to fly and clear my mind, |
| And usually i’m at top of the game |
| Atleast I used to be This is new to me |
| I can’t explain what you do to me, |
| Moving me, seducing me, inducing me, reducing me down |
| To figuer or not how I can go about improving me, |
| Soon we’ll see |
| This whole world will see this |
| Superhero features |
| But girl is the weakness |
| Speaking of the mirror trying to gather my reflection, |
| Sold my sense of direction for some affection |
| Now i’m straining, striving, trying to see the ocean |
| I’m riding, driving, I’m trying to make it to the ocean |
| Lifting up every shell and holding it up to my ear |
| I’m trying to hear the ocean, I got to feel the ocean (2x) |
| Deep within I swim a river of lust, |
| Beginners luck |
| Rising tide inges the crust |
| Hunger, feed my need to free my seed |
| I cry, I bleed, I fly, I flee |
| I tried to be everything to each partner I find |
| But the bottom line is rain always starts in the mind |
| So I climb inside the rhyme |
| And riddle the growth of the stome |
| And sip and swallow the aura |
| Hit it closer to home |
| It’s a quarter 'til two, |
| I’m still waiting anxious |
| Got to surface, the tools, the motivation to paint this, |
| Don’t know which colors to use, detail is not my game |
| So now I’m through differentiating heaven and pain |
| I’m just another straight cat trying to rest my tail |
| Prepared to go to war and scared to check the mail |
| She’s a bird with crippled wings |
| Intrigued by the simple things (it's too simple, your too simple) |
| You could take the bone out the chicken |
| But you can’t take my girls out to lunch without me thinking |
| Probably somethings up If you can’t take it with you then fuck it I ain’t goin' |
| I’ll just sit here for now and dream about the ocean |
| Carouselic ??? contagious carnival of carnage, |
| Wearing a name tag that says artist |
| Holding the harness, controlling the motive |
| Floating the waves |
| Looking for that ocean |
| Now i’m straining, striving, trying to see the ocean |
| I’m riding, driving, I’m trying to make it to the ocean |
| Lifting up every shell and holding it up to my ear |
| I’m trying to hear the ocean, I got to feel the ocean (2x) |
| Sample: Just Get out and don’t come back again |
| Slug: And don’t come again |