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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
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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
(chorus)
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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