from the songs album N/A
Exponentially servin'...perpetually unnervin'...
Vehicles swervin'...
The adjectives, they are all a blurrin'...
Freud walkin' the sidelines.
Clipboard...score on the brain.
Black magic, painted trees... makes me sane.
Hormones firin' like a fifty foot roman.
Please don't make me explain. Don't matter anyway.
Phontom pain in my brain,
It's all that's left of my leg.
Black and red and yellow...
Black and red and yellow...
Heard you repeat what you heard.
Me knowin' the truth, I cannot concur.
Hormones firin' like a fifty foot roman.
Please don't make me explain, doesn't matter anyway.
Hormones firin' like a fifty foot roman.
Please don't make me explain...
Yo bro what's happenin'... what's happenin'...
I'm on the west, west side of, on the west coast.
Give me a jingle when you get in... wherever the fuck you at...
Hormones firin' like a fifty foot roman.
Please don't make me explain. Doesn't fuckin' matter anyway.
Hormones firin' like a fifty foot roman.
Please don't make me explain...
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