This is a song about "Mundane"

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Whos just so mundane it makes you wanna just escape

The mundane acts of day to day without her just aren't the same.

Come and see what i'm about, pull your hair you say my name

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

A flow as ordinary as my punches mundane,

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

Because their minds are often bored with the mundane.