DeM atlaS - Charlie Brown lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: DeM atlaS] I'm Dancing like Charlie Brown Doing it doing it doing it f** it Sick of the minstrel show gotta Blow my nose high off of cloves Inhaling the garlic who's on the Wallace Grommet Go vomit Sick of face value reactionary Sleeping medicine given to Edison who forgot to invent The light The world is just a bicycle the road's a cycle and Daylight Comes and goes like the traffics are stop and go Light signals Predetermine the hills the dips the f**ing record skips Like the stutter of my tongue and then lips In my world of existentialism the pen is driven into The sediment The only place where Bloods and Crips are saints and planes are flown by peddling fast as f** on a treadmill Uphill but I am downhill still I been around the bend and back again Lost a couple friends but then again and again It had to happen like my apocrypha didn't matter So these cats with they blank stares Too concerned with they Nike airs [Hook: DeM atlaS] Remember that time when we danced til three I was the universe and you were my galaxy The world ain't pretty but it ain't sh**ty neither We all need to take a breather Do you remember that time when we danced til three I was the universe and you were my galaxy The world ain't pretty but it ain't sh**ty neither We all need to breathe deeper [Verse 2: DeM atlaS] I'm Eviler than your Lucifer holier than your Christ Foolish as f** for saying that sh** or stupid as sh** for believing in it I'm sorta a cynic Dim as f** ignorant numb dumb stunned shunned right outta your tea party With tapestry cakes and white lace Visions of china dolls peering at me with gla** eyeballs f** you for making me feel small Staring through me insides inside my insides seeing through dimensions of matter yo it don't matter but what is Weightlessness time and space is Nothing more than atoms inside of my head making me comprehend all of your bullsh** Cuz inside of my soul that is inside of my being that is Priceless so why should I give a f** who is the nicest Probably the same reason I'm writing this to you Hoping to god my pen don't bleed through seep through The holes where shadows don't do as they told They just dance like the colors inside of my head they like [Hook]