young boaster, you'd dream to see the day aired lungings would throw the deans away
why feel you're supposed when the book's on your side?
our silence bids to thee miss won her standing, there's so much q needs to realize
who's real, who's encouraged, who's the rookie of life?
hey darlings, you all believe you're of a competent gray, but babies the song's kind of blind
don't blur me, you're on spite or fear like it's cocaine, babies you'll fall in some time
minor'ty, why believe the skewed: "there's nothing the feeble couldn't do"
you've grossed out major'ty with your front of pride-lies
hey darlings, you all believe you're of a competent gray, but babies it's all in your mind
don't blur me, but president is list'ning when you say, "damn it, i've balls in my mind"