Lee Scott - Sean Nelson 94 lyrics

I reinvent the universe then make an apple pie and cackle at the sky I'm not here; that's me alibi I don't have to try it's not what's said but the way it's said It's unfair, somewhere up there A higher being's lookin down sayin sweg, such flare I left me body and recorded this while it lay in bed I break a leg and set the pace I'm in a better place I break into your house yelling let's be mates Rare like Pokemon spaghetti shapes I neck a White Ace and punch you in someone else's face It's all good though hug me I'm mad comfy On a vintage 60's cover of Jazz Monthly Hate work like Al Bundy so relax "Sundee" to "Sundee" (Sundee = Sunday) And can't stop like this is bat country I'm the man trust me, I'm the best at being humble I chill while you snort beak and rumble Wrestling addiction, pessimistic vision A small incontestable inscription That's a positive note I just wanna wear a wife beater, hog the remote And catch glimpses of myself on the couch with a bevy and a belly In the faint reflection of the telly