I don't owe you anything, you're asking me what this is for This is for the half of me that actually can kiss some more Opportunity awaits for no one is deprived of it Copy me, do what I do, it's easy to rely on it Half of me is Africa, half of me is trailer park Gradually the gla** machine will happily pull me apart All boys float the same in California tonight [Hook] Now in a moment elapsed anything can happen here You were standing in her stomach open wound and unprepared Hesitate, the sky did fall, looked him straight, no option now Now I'm sorry, make a promise, take an option, make a vow Taking off my thorn of crowns, everything is picture clear All the imagery in history is always living here, dead By a fossil on a park bench on thirteenth and smith next to his head [Hook]