Ripe

I know I know I know shut up

Killer clean been a racecar on a skyway down

I've been shown these wrong ways

I now own

I now own all these wrong ways I've been shown

I know I know I know shut up

All the rapists keep asking me for cigarettes

I just try to grab hold of a solid piece of pavement and pray that

Yeah!

I have two legs

Leeann she has one

I know I know!

Shut up

My own notions go a choking my throat

All bad thoughts float around in a fury luring me into one big abyss of hit and miss

I empty all of this

Johnny walkeround my ninety pound braincloud of how?