Sippin liquids
Lemon licking on your lips
Makes my britches shift indeed I may
Have rebuckled my knickerbockers below the knee
With no modesty
Impressin pigeons
Electing to reflect on our differences
I met a princess yes
But the megalopolis
Was no metropolis it seems to me
[Chorus]
That inside of this asylum
I’m feeling better everyday
Cuz this sandwich tastes like psilocybin
I've been flying out the way
Of society
I’ve been locked in by decree
But I might just bust out to see, you
Holdin mittens
Cold and sittin on a bench
As I place a kiss upon your neck
Extra curricular I’m ditching outta church
With no penitence
Discussin issues
But a scuffle with the law unduly ensues
I met a princess yes
Out in her summer dress
Got an unfit punishment
It seems to me
[Chorus]
Numerous exchanges had
By the gate while I'm runnin with the coppers on my ass
Caging kids for cash
They're masters of my destiny
But that ain't impressin me
Cuz all I've got is time in this asylum
I’ve been flying out the way
They say I'm criminally violent
I say there the ones to blame
Guess I'm better off
A blank slate, sedated, bombed
But I'm plotting my escape
Ill get outta here some way
Feeling better every day
And I miss you
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