Everybody wake up Welcome to the future There's nothing going on here Just me and my personal computer. I don't love my family I think they're boring
I don't even know why I bother with the cinema I never feel amused, I always end up fine I cannot park my car in the busy bars at town I always get caught
I gave the wrong face and yes to smiles I'll see what's planned, I'll come for a while I'll come for a while I don't mind that I can see It's blind to
see the spring committee Plummet to the bluey ocean floor 5 4 3 2 1 I know that I can find you I know that I can find you Buy a ball and cut his head
Some bite the bullet, they'll take anything they give And then they give you back a toothless grin Other people want whatever they want And they want
Nobody here knows my name They don't know where I'm from, or why I came But they're looking at me with angry eyes I did not ask to come here on the day
I went to the barber, and as he cut my hair He and I began to talk about many things unfair I've got 10 million people in my front yard And the more I
It was a very normal night I was attending a party And I had many different drinks Made from sweet fermented fruit I convinced myself Of certain little
Ah, ooh... I have heard the birds talking in a brand new way Surprised you haven't heard Hanging off the words they say When I am yours, when I am yours
Four letter words are my favourite words Haven't you heard? When I curse, I'm joy! Well, hon you know, nothing's right It never is, at least not tonight
It's been a long day I'm absolutely achin' To lie down next to my girl and tell her all about it. I had to stop at every single red light I couldn't
The only figure I have seen is gone A ghost I made up in my dreams last night I toss and turn, I shake his hand If briefer night's encounters that I myself
Mother called me, told me no lies, and said, "come home, son" Doctor tell me, what is my problem, maybe I've got none I appreciate your concern but you
Down that road There's a man who's lived his whole life Inside a rubber shoe He doesn't know what to do And young girls Spend their life calling him
y'all, it's like that y'all I don't really give a fuck about it at all 'Cause the same people that try to black ball me Forgot about two things: my black balls
hands of time and cuff 'em Cinderella man, Cinderella man Cinderella man, Cinderella man There's a storm comin' that the weather man couldn't predict I start the ball
Verse 2 I remember back in the days man I were broke These days Soulja tell em run a hundred spokez No joke, mayne I'm balling out the atmosphere Say you ball
play the back like Rosa Parks when the arc sparks I bang rawly, do you orally My horny sounds will pound more heavy than E-40 Sex, money, drugs, music
