Freudian slips spoke for the both of us
{?} as a locus was
{?} open up
Self-entitlement chimes in like try the Bible thumb
{?} the up and up
Second story of an omnibus (check check check)
Probably shuts by two {?}
I muster the {?}
Nothing much to do but let the mood thaw
No direction like a {?} ’til the westward wind
The west world with Qui-Gon Jinn
Let me know if you can catch my drift
Procrastinate into a tight spot of a thought with molly
Amoxicillin out chillin’ in Maui
The sights rot
You’ll find God inside of an eye-drop
Made a {?} knotted in twine with bits of slime
How would I grind on toward the {?} like {?}
But rather a mic drop
Which couldn’t be convеyed across a {?} wav file on iPod
My {?} is holy {?} guacamolе to {?}
Who didn’t mutter much in its reply
And {?} the plies
It’s soft reminded but the {?}’s a pie in the sky
All will die and it’s a thought of that that makes a cool cat wanna relax
Rely on what was tight and {?} muscle in the eye
And if {?} sin {?} it’s just a couple of swift hits
And {?} ruffle and lift fits
Sorry for the sh#t I hid and if that I’d have known, I doubt that I’d have phoned our time alone was really all to tip the script
Sorry for the twisted hips and {?} like chicken lips
Wish I had a different pitch, it’s {?} for sisters of indifference, prick
But sh#t, that’s it
Gotta move along with {?}, ringing through like picnic offer coward long
Ripping up the shower song at midday, learning to sit straight
Tell me if it hit great, but if it don’t, I don’t really know
Oh well, and so did it go
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