Young Jesus - Baked Goods lyrics

There is a logarithm entered backwards that acts to repeat The right amount of existential crises from my brother steve The holiest of home made baked goods levitating in the street The steve-y cadence of losing control to access ways to see You talked to rob you talked to angela you talked to aubergine You talked to god talked to latanya and you talked to eloise And in this drama it is raining you are standing the scene "i am the holiest of home made baked goods levitating in the street" Tell me why Tell me why Etc Lie On Your Back Head Up To The Sun