I have a complex about how I look in t-shirts with big, stretched-out necks
I have been exposed to the products of life without love
As well as the products of superior genius
And, as usual, I havent the slightest idea of what to tell about where Ive been and what Ive been doing
Me and my lover, we keep our treasure trails to a whiffle
Were connected at our hip and in all our orifices
I was just with him last night in the shower
They were like Dude, get with us
And I got with them
Im lazy, but something always interesting happens
Kicked out of moms house
Kicked out of dads house
But I think its justice that were using to blow off all our negative steam
Ive had to do some stuff that I couldnt even tell you about
Writing home is like walking on glass, I have to edit my life
Tell everyone what they want to hear, but what about the truth?
You could get killed, oh my god, Im so fucking scared to die!
I should be able to tell you the truth
Im mentally unstable obsessive
I feel as if my family thinks that I have different priorities than they do
I dont think they understand that I dont have priorities
The highest priority in my life is making love I love to spread love
All day and make love all night
Nothing else matters but money
Money is my wrench in the works
Ive got… its got
Torr, use your knowledge as a tool, not a weapon
But if you give a lot of love, you get lots of shit for free
Can purpose be found in things like rats and dogs?
Rewarded by coincidence?
Its so hard to spread love when you cant be yourself
Its like once I asked my sister…
What did you ask her?
Its called faith through empathy and its through empathy, I hear…
I wear the same pants everyday, but it dont matter, dude
Because theyre still sharing their earrings and spreading their AIDS
I hang out with people who smoke pot
Oh, I fell off, christ
T-Bone, youre a righteous king and I owe my life to you