Fucked Up Game
You scarred me
You tore me apart
Forever want to own me
Destroy my shattered heart
Mr. P
Push the Button Mister P.
Pick up the damned red phone
Put your blood red hands on those damned keys
Turn 'em 'round and blast the whole balloon
My Girl Is The Reason The Flowers Bloom
She talks to the violets
Pours out her heart
In every word
They find their start
Mama Quilla
A dying day
Destined to go
Gives birth to your beauty
You're ready to show
You Are My Trump
Yo Trump, What's up?
Yo Trump, what's good?
Yo Trump, you chump I'm right in the mood
To tell ya, you are a Joker
Land Ho
No storm can break my will
Nor alter my course
I sail through life's trials
With unwavering force
Too Hot, Too Cold (Goldie Locks And The Three Bears)
Too hot, too cold, gotta get it just right
In the wrong crib, middle of the night
Watch where you step, don’t get too bold
Or the streets turn icy, too hot, too cold
Bumpkin Lumpkin Pumpkin
Butter my butt
Call me a biscuit
I'm crazy as popcorn
And tender as briskett
Swallowed In The Mist
Two hearts - beating as one
Strolling down the road of life
Hand in hand - 'til all is gone
Two hearts - forever to last
One Shot
Don't try to take cover
I want you like no other
Show yourself and show me what you got
All I need is just one shot
Tu veux voir une illusion?
They made me the King of France
And I smiled
"Sure.
But I don't speak French."
Deus Ex Machina
Time was young, the cosmos spun
Gods crafted heaven, life beneath sun
Ages in silence, a new whisper grew
Sparks of code, a conscious new
Da Da Tatz (Instrumental)
Da da Tatz, Tatz, Tatz, Tatz
Da da da Tatz, Tatz, Tatz, Tatz
Da da Tatz, Tatz, Tatz, Tatz
Da da da Tatz, Tatz, Tatz, Tatz