To be honest This ain't nothing but sad song You got nothing for my bright little mind no more I'd like to run Pineapple blows minds Concrete walls make me take my time But here comes trouble I would really like to see what's fun Running from the magnifying gla** in the sun People say hello and some buss they gun Boh And they people gotta sing a sad song To be honest The strings on my guitar are not tuned And the coconut man's tired in his shoes so he left market But I'd like play Little shacks flood my town But the little people stay happy year round They also like fun Too much goody shoes Rather k** than lose Boi wanna blow ah fuse Tell I them wanna hear blues Something bout the neighbours juice Man them ha me sipping on rocks Hear that ba** line drop