Tradjic Roundabout

Witches, warlocks, and vulturemen too

Martin Luther had nothing on you

He had a dream, you'll have a baby, baby

Will you cope, I don't know, maybe

The CIA, in Mothercare

They'll screw you up cos you're not all there

I see submission in a million eyes

Twittering women are still telling lies

And you're not so gifted at all, at all

Bitches basements all over the land

You're striking pulses with half dose in hand

You think you're righteous 'cause you're smoking some shit

And I'm the one that pays for it

You're not so gifted at all, at all

And we're not so gifted at all, at all

Woo!

And you're not so gifted at all, at all

And we're not so gifted at all, at all

Woo!