Jel - Keys to Ignition lyrics

Ayo Whimsy like smelling like a swimming pool Or crates of old tennis balls Or "Best friends forever!" to Christine from Jeneane and Paul It's gonna be a wonderful summer To start smoking cigarettes and hooking up with drummers And lost identity And starting to get a little thin New habits seem fun Until the monkey weighs a ton Anyway, whimsy like I'm recently divorced After purchasing my dream Saab And matching blue Croc clogs Did or you didn't keep hidden Keys to ignition deep within you like it's this missing Or clock ticking that's keeping your living Tennis lobs on a beautiful clay court Tight underwear for a little extra schlong support Like no tour Are dreamers destined to be poor? A very creative mind But sleeping on a cement floor Loose schedule and always saying how I'm free No checking account Hallucinate like 3D Hi, I'm important I will never be a corporate slave I'm gonna find my mind in the motherf**ing Incan maze How's that for a great way to bounce back Disgusting like trying to sleep and hearing the snap of rat traps Or flying ants or ripping your best breaking pants Or seeing your dream girl and realizing you haven't any chance Just a dream like an instant trick rich scheme Or when the refs not looking the wrestler gets double teamed No fair like selling a broke frigidare Or in the hood late night With dyed neon green hair What are you looking for? Nobody really knows You could be a bumb or a woman with a hundred rolls Eat cakes Don't stop eat snakes Be quiet like the sound of falling dandruff makes Whimsy like uncontrolled imagination Never having days off And always being way off Blast off, like saying the wrong things on tape Or haven't been seen for three years and coming back outta shape With tall tales about Venice and eating steamed snails Wrongfully jailed for boning neice of the Duke of Wales Thus the weight gain Insane in the left membrane Agatha Christie tales of murders on a fancy train Not the bus And going to work in a rush Walking on egg shells cause the boss doesn't like you much No stamp like the .anticon black ant And having bad luck turning seeds to psychoactive plants Nothing's changed, everything just stayed the same "Do you feel anything?" "Nope, just lung pains" Business It can rule you or you can have none And on the bus with other Americans that weigh a ton And fireman come And cut down walls And Dr. Phil marches in and gives them all workout balls And a motivational speech for the ages Meanwhile enslaved children sleep in cages And make dresses Peep the whimsy necklace I felt kinda outta place when I chilled in Texas Did or you didn't keep hidden Keys to ignition deep within you like it's this missing Or clock ticking that's keeping your living