Baby love, baby child, you're gonna die All your friends, all the flowers' gonna die So why you so shy? Why you so shut off? You're running out of time I want you to fly, I want you to pop off Way up into the sky
Mama always said, "You got to find yourself a mantra"
Fuck no To living in a basement Fuck no To my one sweet life squeezed tight in a vice grip Fuck no To the 95 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig Fuck no, fuck no Fuck no to living in the matrix
I forget all the time I'm gonna die But then again, I'm divine, nobody dies So why am I so stressed? Why am I so depressed? I'm running out of time
Mama always said, "You got to find yourself a mantra"
Fuck no To living in a basement Fuck no To my one sweet life squeezed tight in a vice grip Fuck no To the 95 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig Fuck no, fuck no Fuck no to living in the matrix
My mama always said, "You got to find yourself a mantra" Buddha said, Voodoo said, Guru said, Rumi said All the Dalai Lamas, all the snake charmers "You gotta get cosmic, gotta kiss God" But papa always said, "Gotta find yourself a job" But mama said, "Nah, gotta find yourself a mantra"
Fuck no To living in a basement Fuck no To my one sweet life squeezed tight in a vice grip Fuck no To the 95 suicide, bleeding like a stuck pig Fuck no, fuck no Fuck no to living in the matrix
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