In the mind, rhyme, doesn't define,
How sublime, I'm, kinda,
Inclined by design,
Time ticks for the last damn time.
Pity.
Pity, baby.
But my soul, stole,
Every last bit of control,
Whole, nobody knows,
What the toll or the goal,
Took a poll,
Installed a mole.
Sad.
A damn shame.
What's the damage,
I'll manage,
You done?
All good.
I try, try, try to rely,
On watching you spy,
So I drive when you fly,
So I know I'll never die,
Why?
Cause I'm fly.
Crazy with a bullseye.
Baby, you'll see.
You're still a star, so far,
In this tale you are.
But still you spar, in the tar,
Caught on all radar,
With your hand in the jar,
And your ass at the bar.
With me.
What's the damage,
I'll manage,
You done?
Good.
Good.
Whoa.
What the...
What the hell?
What's the reason for this,
And the change of that,
Here's my shoes,
Want to walk a mile?
No?
In the mind, rhyme, doesn't define,
How sublime, I'm, kinda,
Inclined by design,
Time ticks for the last damn time.
Pity.
Pity, baby.
Nut my soul, stole,
Every last bit of control,
Whole, nobody knows,
What the toll or the goal,
Took a poll,
Installed a mole.
Sad.
A damn shame.
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English
In the mind, rhyme, doesn't define,
How sublime, I'm, kinda,
Inclined by design,
Time ticks for the last damn time.
Pity.
Pity, baby.
But my soul, stole,
Every last bit of control,
Whole, nobody knows,
What the toll or the goal,
Took a poll,
Installed a mole.
Sad.
A damn shame.
What's the damage,
I'll manage,
You done?
All good.
I try, try, try to rely,
On watching you spy,
So I drive when you fly,
So I know I'll never die,
Why?
Cause I'm fly.
Crazy with a bullseye.
Baby, you'll see.
You're still a star, so far,
In this tale you are.
But still you spar, in the tar,
Caught on all radar,
With your hand in the jar,
And your ass at the bar.
With me.
What's the damage,
I'll manage,
You done?
Good.
Good.
Whoa.
What the...
What the hell?
What's the reason for this,
And the change of that,
Here's my shoes,
Want to walk a mile?
No?
In the mind, rhyme, doesn't define,
How sublime, I'm, kinda,
Inclined by design,
Time ticks for the last damn time.
Pity.
Pity, baby.
Nut my soul, stole,
Every last bit of control,
Whole, nobody knows,
What the toll or the goal,
Took a poll,
Installed a mole.
Sad.
A damn shame.
How sublime, I'm, kinda,
Inclined by design,
Time ticks for the last damn time.
Pity.
Pity, baby.
But my soul, stole,
Every last bit of control,
Whole, nobody knows,
What the toll or the goal,
Took a poll,
Installed a mole.
Sad.
A damn shame.
What's the damage,
I'll manage,
You done?
All good.
I try, try, try to rely,
On watching you spy,
So I drive when you fly,
So I know I'll never die,
Why?
Cause I'm fly.
Crazy with a bullseye.
Baby, you'll see.
You're still a star, so far,
In this tale you are.
But still you spar, in the tar,
Caught on all radar,
With your hand in the jar,
And your ass at the bar.
With me.
What's the damage,
I'll manage,
You done?
Good.
Good.
Whoa.
What the...
What the hell?
What's the reason for this,
And the change of that,
Here's my shoes,
Want to walk a mile?
No?
In the mind, rhyme, doesn't define,
How sublime, I'm, kinda,
Inclined by design,
Time ticks for the last damn time.
Pity.
Pity, baby.
Nut my soul, stole,
Every last bit of control,
Whole, nobody knows,
What the toll or the goal,
Took a poll,
Installed a mole.
Sad.
A damn shame.
Writer: Dave Solomon
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC