Wise Old Owl - Cognitive Dissonance lyrics

All I really wanna do is go out But I gotta stay inside to stay alive But I don't mind the weather is nice But the clouds overhead might be my demise And I can't figure out what I'm gonna wear anyways But I gotta get to your place I've been all over the place for days Forget the razorblades No grab em anyways We might need them later (Now now now!) Don't be a hater Dress like a skater What'r you lil wayne? This sh**s insane No it s**s These lyrics are the worst Come get it my dicks as big As the littlest bratwurst I'm cursed but I'm blessed I'm naked and fully dressed Lets have a crazy sober party quest I don't care about the rest But how are they Seriously? What time is it Time to go Time to flow I don't know anymore Stuck to the floor And I'm still wanting more And I'm flying so high Above the clouds Everynight All night All day Every day So straight That I'm gay I don't care what you say Your opinion I won't debate This situation will deleniate itself away It's totally different but it's all the same f** the fame it's a lame a** game But you better believe I'll be at the top So you better be learning my name real quick This slick sh** won't quit But I'm at the tip-ping point of my life My love My hate My fear It's all right in front of me before it all disappeared It's a tear running down the cheek of a haters beard It's high time Time spent Flying high Pa**ed me by It's all a lie It's all the truth I'm a vegitable fruit So ugly I'm cute I'm the smartest baboon Don't worry it's all gonna be over real soon... And I can't decide which side of my brain to listen to first I'm about to burst I'm about to stop Snap and crackle and pop k** a cop or be the snitch ina flophouse drop Runnin too hot runnin too cold My heads growin mold Fold the paper and turn my origami into golden oldies from the 1970s b**h! Be pleased Shouldn't have to tell ya three times to get down on ya motherf**ing knees Chain me up around some big oak trees Just to burn the whole forest down in this old ghost town I'm an ice age freezer burn on skeleton keys... Cognitive Dissonance X 4 And it's plain to see But it's easier said than done I've lost everything I've ever won Under this moonlit sun And it's four-to-one odds That you're not even having fun anymore Tryna blow out my own vocal chords Hearts under the floor boards This place is Mordor I'm Golem and you're Frodo I don't have any more lyrics to spit So I'm just gonna let this track play through... But that was a lie just to fu-fu-fu-fu f** with you! Cuz I'm totally mad Totally insane Totally bonkers (no it's everyone else including you) Its not much of a shocker To point out the lying truth of this place It's a ma**ive head game evolution tomb This whole worlds breaking out from its womb It's gonna be a beautiful place once they get rid of me and you Those motherf**ers up at the top won't stop won't give in They know what's best and it's them It's a landslide hypocrisy Blah blah blah lets just dance and see Who goes home with who Drink a bottle of truth serum It's a p**y playing flute That's a bit of a moot point don't you think? Well I don't I'mma throw in everything but the kitchen sink It's a purple pink stink, better believe Better be gettin some relief The man's a tree and I'm the leaf Fluttering in the wind But I'm the man So ain't nobody gonna win This game of life It's what you make it I've been told But I'm getting too old for this sh** And I'm barely getting started Who farted? And I can't decide which side of my brain to listen to first I'm about to burst I'm about to stop Snap and crackle and pop! k** a cop or be the snitch ina flophouse drop Runnin too cold, runnin too hot My feet are on the bottom of the top of the mold Fold the paper and turn my origami into golden oldies from the 1970s b**h! Be pleased Shouldn't have to tell ya three times to get down on ya motherf**ing knees Chain me up around some big oak trees Just to burn the whole forest down in this old ghost town I'm an ice age freezer burn on skeleton keys I'm deep metaphor to your like a simile... Cognitive Dissonance X 4 (Yeah You f**-faced motherf**ers This song is really f**ed up! So shut the f** up.)