Staring
At the
Back of my eyelids
Wonderin'
How did
It all get to this
Don't matter
We here now
So relax into it
First we thought it
Now we got it
Like its nothing to it
Smoke blow
Out from
The seal of my window
Look over
My shoulder
Take me where I need to go
Traffic jam
Music blast
Price of a city life
On pilot
G2
Oh- 5 smooth. glide
In my notebook
With the spirals
Cooking up a recipe
Like ya grandma
In the autumn
Music is therapy
In my notebook
With the spirals
Cooking up a recipe
Like ya grandma
In the autumn
Music is therapy
1 love
4th shift
7 dollar dress
All over
The whole world
Hit me for my new address
Comfort zone
Expanded
Universe is home to me
Head bobbin
Got the apples
Plenty hang from my tree
Deep breathe In-
Hale Ex-
Hale then repeat
Creating a new
Generation
Can't you tell
Can't you see
Tell ma mama
And ma pops um
Yeah we got what we need
U can leave ya jobs now
More time finally
But ya gone need a hobby
Staring
At the
Back of my eyelids
Wonderin'
How did
It all get to this