P-sychiatrist - Entrance (Baka Edit) Lyrics

Here comes Miss America, I know when it's a dream
Strawberry eyes, flowers blossom where her golden hair gleams
She is my light, my life
I've been dreaming away love
Harrowing cries of the dead
Who even knows

Edge of the building is where I am standing
My heels is planted, toes hanging off the edge
Pray to God I don't relent
Clouds pushing me down with force
Girls taking me down these forked paths
I know that I can't describe it
I know that I don't really wanna na na na
Talk about the shit that I be really on
But pill poppin, xanny talkin, suicidal thoughts
Knees crumble with the blues and the greens
Thinkin bout meetin up with Billy Jean
Whatchu mean
Shit
Man we need em velour couches
Women in jumpsuits in the penthouses
Please don't tell me what to do
Please don't tell me what is cool
I be killin it with B
English majors but our songs are jewels
JEWELS JEWELS
Man they jewels, man they jewels
Somethin that you f*ckers can't own, or sell, or pawn off
Bitch you better walk off
Or hit the cat walk
Cause we sus for life and that's the plan boy