They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box
People know not but still they grind and work like robots,
Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections
Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons
Bringing up fucking ro-bots
A hell of motherfucking road blocks
She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause
Compose like mozart dispose of robots aloha send postcards
Got that deep love
You a young jeff bridges,
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