This is a song about "Irish spring"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Automatons animate my fictional being well until the spring/

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Beating me you better be irish and bring luck

You're starin as well cause you too were in tune

Just waiting to spring, so i could make romance bloom

We all sprung from apes, but clearly you didn't spring far enough.

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Make me sound irish when i say #oil #spill

Shes beautiful like all the flowers in spring,

This is just an indication that we still working

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

Remaining anonymous, strapped atop a spring/