Mirror boy, rhyme with dada convention Psychoanalysis didn’t mean anything Pvc costumes, letters to castro Show me what you’re reading, freaky girl with the afro
Franz fannon, yeah yeah I get it, All that curiosity with something to offset it Diagrams and plans, drawn in secret locations Scientific babies, they be peddling information
The queen, she’s smoking prozac, we be smoking napalm The verbal countries, they be smoking atom bombs I wrote a book in the year seven-ten By nineteensixty-nine I had written more
If you’re feeling insecure, Cause you’re living in a storm If you find them, you can burn them, If you burn them you can keep warm
Them winds of change, they be bringing change, Especially now there’s prostitutes on ilford lane You see, it’s kinda like, but no, it’s not the same thing See there were men on the moon, but they killed them
Bearing in mind, my mind’s soul food Bearing in mind, my mind’s aquarian Bearing in mind, my mind’s mine Times being what they are, radar
Bearing in mind yes yes, y’all Bearing in mind, there’s nothing in it Bearing in mind, my mind’s mine Times being what they are, radar
Aeroplanes in my room, And I don’t know who’s flying them They’re playing that tune It’s okay, I got my eye on them
They’re making their messages out of them smokes Words evaporate, I can’t read what they wrote Their language is so strange, I never seen it’s kind The smell of them vapors be taking my mind Combined with that melody, them engines be humming I pick up my mike, I put it down
See now I’m outside in, I don’t know where I’m going I gets in my car, I starts rowing But like the water is seeping It’s getting in through the bottom
I tickle them fish Swallow them whole, now I got some Bones, sticking in my throat Has anybody seen my universal antidote
Bearing in mind, my mind’s soul food Bearing in mind, my mind’s aquarian Bearing in mind, my mind’s mine Times being what they are, radar
Bearing in mind yes yes, y’all Bearing in mind, there’s nothing in it Bearing in mind, my mind’s mine Times being what they are, radar
Don’t even think ’bout it Don’t even contemplate Before the funk goes to your head You better stop and wait
Don’t even think ’bout it Don’t even contemplate Before the funk goes to your head You better stop
Don’t even think ’bout it Don’t even contemplate Before the funk goes to your head You better stop and wait
Don’t even think ’bout it Don’t even contemplate Before the funk goes to your head You better stop
And still it’s cool, like they does it in egypt I say come to that river man, but nobody’s seen it Believe that, cinematic, atmospheric Panasonic my headphones, ain’t nothing on it
Bonnets on cars, magazines, girls on harleys We’s sneaking up on babies, and we’s eating thems farleys I don’t know where my girl is, oh well, somebody took her Fixing those strings as she sings mr hooker
Spikey hair my head, since I cut off my dreads I got the green fishs tail, set sail on a moped Jean of arc’s on the back, trying not to fall off Valentines park, hip hop, set it all off
It’s like I’m on a solitary exhibition It’s like you see me everywhere, but you still know that I be missing Pissing in the wind as I’m lookin’ for them answers In seventies movies and topless dancers
Bearing in mind, my mind’s soul food Bearing in mind, my mind’s aquarian Bearing in mind, my mind’s mine Times being what they are, radar
Bearing in mind there’s nothing in it Bearing in mind yes yes, y’all Bearing in mind... Times being what they are, radar
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Copy to Clipboard: Mirror boy, rhyme with dada convention Psychoanalysis didn’t mean anything Pvc costumes, letters to castro Show me what you’re reading, freaky girl with the afro
Franz fannon, yeah yeah I get it, All that curiosity with something to offset it Diagrams and plans, drawn in secret locations Scientific babies, they be peddling information
The queen, she’s smoking prozac, we be smoking napalm The verbal countries, they be smoking atom bombs I wrote a book in the year seven-ten By nineteensixty-nine I had written more
If you’re feeling insecure, Cause you’re living in a storm If you find them, you can burn them, If you burn them you can keep warm
Them winds of change, they be bringing change, Especially now there’s prostitutes on ilford lane You see, it’s kinda like, but no, it’s not the same thing See there were men on the moon, but they killed them
Bearing in mind, my mind’s soul food Bearing in mind, my mind’s aquarian Bearing in mind, my mind’s mine Times being what they are, radar
Bearing in mind yes yes, y’all Bearing in mind, there’s nothing in it Bearing in mind, my mind’s mine Times being what they are, radar
Aeroplanes in my room, And I don’t know who’s flying them They’re playing that tune It’s okay, I got my eye on them
They’re making their messages out of them smokes Words evaporate, I can’t read what they wrote Their language is so strange, I never seen it’s kind The smell of them vapors be taking my mind Combined with that melody, them engines be humming I pick up my mike, I put it down
See now I’m outside in, I don’t know where I’m going I gets in my car, I starts rowing But like the water is seeping It’s getting in through the bottom
I tickle them fish Swallow them whole, now I got some Bones, sticking in my throat Has anybody seen my universal antidote
Bearing in mind, my mind’s soul food Bearing in mind, my mind’s aquarian Bearing in mind, my mind’s mine Times being what they are, radar
Bearing in mind yes yes, y’all Bearing in mind, there’s nothing in it Bearing in mind, my mind’s mine Times being what they are, radar
Don’t even think ’bout it Don’t even contemplate Before the funk goes to your head You better stop and wait
Don’t even think ’bout it Don’t even contemplate Before the funk goes to your head You better stop
Don’t even think ’bout it Don’t even contemplate Before the funk goes to your head You better stop and wait
Don’t even think ’bout it Don’t even contemplate Before the funk goes to your head You better stop
And still it’s cool, like they does it in egypt I say come to that river man, but nobody’s seen it Believe that, cinematic, atmospheric Panasonic my headphones, ain’t nothing on it
Bonnets on cars, magazines, girls on harleys We’s sneaking up on babies, and we’s eating thems farleys I don’t know where my girl is, oh well, somebody took her Fixing those strings as she sings mr hooker
Spikey hair my head, since I cut off my dreads I got the green fishs tail, set sail on a moped Jean of arc’s on the back, trying not to fall off Valentines park, hip hop, set it all off
It’s like I’m on a solitary exhibition It’s like you see me everywhere, but you still know that I be missing Pissing in the wind as I’m lookin’ for them answers In seventies movies and topless dancers
Bearing in mind, my mind’s soul food Bearing in mind, my mind’s aquarian Bearing in mind, my mind’s mine Times being what they are, radar
Bearing in mind there’s nothing in it Bearing in mind yes yes, y’all Bearing in mind... Times being what they are, radar
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