feather wreckin i squawk
23 years of goose pluckin
fly whatever i want to fly
south b52 north virgin air
i so full jello i so high dharma
religious as hell
i so serene bird when the
yellow in the moon slide
down to the bottom like
it couldnt fight off dream or
some boy threw moon melon
with face like skeleton
♪♫ and i just cant seem to get my feet on the ground ♫♪
high with the blanksta
smokin and leanin
heavy drug addiction
grandmother dead didnt know the bitch
dad freaks out in peruvian graveyard
mom freak out all the time
dad hits heavy with extension cord
chopped me on the saw horse and years
later i sing narcorridos with the double pint
♪♫ and i just cant seem to get my feet on the ground ♫♪
moon melon sky i did not ask to be so crazy or
for dirty laundry and dilate eye starin back but
whenever i look its skinnier and dont wanna fly
and that is why i feather pluck and flock with
the goose gang that try all sort of skittles
and that is why all day february you cant find me
it is why i am so fond of you
it is why i tar and feather the dreamboats that sail
i love the goose gang lord know love it all but still
fly down where the earth
is dark and also on fire
"you know people die doing that kinda shit right?"
♪♫ why you think i do it babaaaaay? ♫♪
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