everybody got a right to go
they trippin' at a quarter the moon
the bus stops on a mountain top
and the villages of pain, a traditional tale
ain't she got us in a photo truck
she got stuffed picking a believer
can a baby take it to a simpler time
then I'll hear you're mine
you gotta hate it for a fast mature
lunch money for a week and a half
the squad money is good and secure
and a uniform, oh good as a laugh
I bet you swallow in a fashion tie
now if you're slipping on back on time
(can't hear)
if you let me have a time machine
another week it's time to fly
you've been calling in a blink of an eye
you've been drinking chemical tea
and your habitat, you call it that
another year and you're back again
you're just important too, good as a friend
can a baby take it to a simpler time
then I'll hear you're mine
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