Umwelten

Alright *ahem* I'm all too worried about the puff, puff, pass Making sure that I huff enough gas Well it could be that I'm down with the fluff stuff Could be you don't even really want it with my rough tough ass "Bless my eyes This morning Jah sun is on the rise again" You got to realize I could never do nothing worth nothing in the eyes of men Maybe I'll, get real aggressive And win myself a Heisman The great paradox. Nobody on the planet Less wise than me, or any wiser than So I'ma pull the stops out like the damns in the water Tried to court her Maybe now I can afford her Non talking about Peter Piper But these kids follow me like your boy Pied Piper On recorder It's a shame They gave Me the keys to the world I tried to make it mine So I tried to make it mine 'Stead of making sure I locked up tight Tried to keep the lawn mowed On the front, and the back, and the side With a big driveway, stretching real, real wide For my ride Let the aliens know there's one of us that tried I think I can read people even better than I know myself I want to say that my theory of mind Stronger than my umwelt Then the room fell, quick You could hear a pin drop Like a doom-bell, shit I should really start to lift I should really chart a hit I should fucking take a hit I cop a zip, I want to quit A Cabo or Copacabana how I'm coping with this shit Copenhagen, Cuba, and my cape is in the wind Capodonna, caps of bottles popping right at mid Cop a ticket, coppers coming capping capers out the thick HO See me, see me, see me, see me See me, see me, see me, see me See me, see me, see me, see me See me, see me, see me, see me (Woah, oh, oh Woah, oh, oh Woah, oh, oh Woah, oh, oh) (Dadadadada, adadadada, adadadada Dadadadada, adadadada, adadadada Adadadadadadadadadadadada, adadadada Adadadadadadadada)