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 haven't the slightest idea of what to tell about where I've been and what I've been doing
Me and my lover, we keep our treasure trails to a whiffle
We're 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
I'm lazy, but something always interesting happens
Kicked out of mom's house
Kicked out of dad's house
But I think it's justice that we're using to blow off all our negative steam
I've had to do some stuff that I couldn't even tell you about
Writing home is like walking on gla**, I have to edit my life
Tell everyone what they want to hear, but what about the truth?
You could get k**ed, oh my god, I'm so f**ing scared to die!
I should be able to tell you the truth
I'm mentally unstable: obsessive
I feel as if my family thinks that I have different priorities than they do
I don't think they understand that I don't 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
I've got... it's got
[Torr, use your knowledge as a tool, not a weapon]
But if you give a lot of love, you get lots of sh** for free
Can purpose be found in things like rats and dogs?
Rewarded by coincidence?
It's so hard to spread love when you can't be yourself
It's like once I asked my sister...
[What did you ask her?]
It's called faith through empathy and it's through empathy, I hear...
I wear the same pants everyday, but it don't matter, dude
Because they're still sharing their earrings and spreading their AIDS
I hang out with people who smoke pot
Oh, I fell off, christ
T-Bone, you're a righteous king and I owe my life to you