You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/
And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy
I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea
First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody
See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon
Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john
And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck
Then dipped into the sea, back, for next thing menu-ed up
And who woulda thought or knew? out of the fish in the sea,
Yeah got to the club early just to get in free
I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though
Acid foam, talking trash like john mcenroe
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