(bo, boo, booo, boooo) I wish I could've twisted the verbs a little better then twizzling herbs, now I'm fucked in the head and chasing after a girl, when do I stop to just look back at what is possible, this fucking bar is too high and I'm jumping but still cant reach it though, this aint about methodology or my life's scientology, I'm just supplying brutal honesty to fawning over such a beautiful lady. Its true I'll flip tables to get to her, one thing goes sideways and I'll flip the bird, shoot the fucking crow down before he gawks away, i better walk away but drive is keeping me at bay, I'm silly I get it its not a feeling to seep in the deep end to find them a better ceiling to be reaching, its my own damn life and I'm getting fucking irritated. I wish i could of made it different but I'm now listening to the same drama that I wish I was out of, so man fuck it it either ends in blown off or shone down, I'm a clown in a workspace i designed now. but wow clap your hands and feel such greatness, for if I'm playing I'm just a puppet in this game and I could keep saying portraying the signs of liberty but someone/something runs this world and it aint 50/50. They control both sides you think you free, you need to see history not school but from way back when, the fucking Indians were, the fucking dinosaurs were, how they twizzling herbs in their esophagus (gross) I'm here to make a toast none the less to living masterpieces who have studied the system throughout, this aint a rhyme scheme its enthusiasm mixed with abuse and have it in a theme you grab it and you play around in, my life I've fucked with a twin and learnt my lesson now I'm paying prices for feelings I've been neglecting. (bo, boo, booo, boooo)
