[Chorus] Ain't a problem that the love can't fix Though I'm down to my thripney bits I must admit that Less is more, more is less In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh
This is how we knead dough, how we make bread Word edible, many may eat what I said Treat what I said like it's some deep shit Straight from the abyss, [?] my French kiss Smack my rooney, black butter moon is Which past the moon the gunga peas cooked up Hooked up with soul but no sound for clearance Bastard, got no home and no parents
Just be just, just just about just me That's why none of you here could ever trust me Got the need to secure my future Beautiful dudeness, salute my yutes for Them type of scroll a heart reflection [?] love vivisection I dedicate this to all the peeps who keep the culture You my sculpture!
Ain't a problem that the love can't fix Though I'm down to my thripney bits I must admit that Less is more, more is less In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh Ain't a problem that the love can't fix Though I'm down to my thripney bits I must admit that Less is more, more is less In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh
Lived for more than a thousand days straight Twisted, looking inside my self-hate The more I study, the less I know And my hippie mind tells me to go with the flow So whatchasayin' brother brother Whatchasayin' mother mother Whatchasayin' sister sister Love to love and oh daddy We can't forget your part, in many cases We may regret your part And it's harsh, the life lesson that the schools don't teach For whom the heart beats to reach out to love Sacred feeling, [?] I keep the guts love Brenda, she's pregnant? Yes mama Triple blackness? Whoa, smells like death Triple blackness? Whoa, smells like life Close to paradise where the gods were near Those that don't hear will definitely feel Real deal, keeping it meal, keeping it glutton Everything is everything, nothing ain't nothing
Ain't a problem that the love can't fix Though I'm down to my thripney bits I must admit that Less is more, more is less In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh Ain't a problem that the love can't fix Though I'm down to my thripney bits I must admit that Less is more, more is less In the struggle, this might keep my mind freshTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
