hey now i might be dressed to kill and able to drop it like its hot, but can somebody tell me why i stare at the sun and be on the brightside for the definition on how to get back at ms fat booty, although id rather choose my friends over you. i want to listen to the radio to find girls gone wild that can give the ultimate satisfaction, and also work it out. but those damn regrets leave me face down and disconnected to the diary of jane which freaks me out about the future. but even so boten anna seems fake though she can still be quite the sexy love. poems 4 post modern decay may also raise the temperature but what u hear can also be the melting point of wax which can be all thats left, but your innervision can be the streamline to stealing society on those lonely days. but i will keep writing these letters to you about the memory of us swinging life away gathering darkness. although i knew it all along i will still be playing favorites going the wrong way because thats what i got. but with my trip to santeria i saw red after smoking two joints with those bad fish while doin' time. hey c'mon girl even though she's only 18 i wouldnt mind chillin with dani california at the stadium arcadium. but tell me baby if she looks to me would you blame it on the jager if you knew things go better with no gimmicks. but with drugs, sex, alcohol, and rock-n-roll wouldnt you keep it hot for daddy? but in the end would you take it away and cut up angels to find out that im a fake and yesterdays feelings is all that ive got. fuck it id rather plan a robbery and get girls dancin on a pole while poppin my collar from side 2 side. i think beverly hills would lead us to the perfection situation where my best friend would freak me out since we are all on drugs. but in the end id rather live in my toxicity louder now than listen to you lying and snitching. good-bye.
