This is a song about "The 1800s"

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Still the man with the pan

Andy samberg: oh dang

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Down the street to the car,

She is far bizarre