[Verse 1]
A bowl of cocoa puffs in bed
Living life to the fullest
Just a trend, and I'm done
Birds are enemies to my nocturnal sense
Yes it says to me that churping makes you tense
So get out
Close the blinds
And lay down
Don't even think about it
The bike ride from my place to your place is an avenue of creeps
The fortune tellers, Helen Kellers, bunch of [?] dweebs
Checkmate
Yet I still cycle with my filled with musical delight
Some somber harmonies
Wind in my face insures that it's alright
You going forward, stop at the light
Don't over think it
Just have a goodnight
[Verse 2]
Been through conditioning
Like Little Albert didn't stand a chance
Baby anxiety induced by Watson in his creepy mask
What did you expect?
Poor Little Albert, barely able to report indecent acts
And this in-fact's the research added to the lack of decent
Facts
Conditioned to fear those wrath
It wouldn't happen today
Well you're dead anyway
[Verse 3]
Pour some for Albert cause of cumbersome miscalculations
Hydrocephalous one side, one [?] the exaggerator
Behaviorism, isn't a reason to make me feel bad about a baby I don't know