Sometimes I can be up like that, when I donÔÇÖt cross myself with you
Sometimes I can be down like that, when I donÔÇÖt cross myself with you
IÔÇÖm dysmorphic in doses
Imagine trying to
Shit out
Twelve red roses
ItÔÇÖs how I do but not everybody knows it.
Imagine how IÔÇÖd feel to be called a promotionalist, a mitt man, an emotionalist.
When I donÔÇÖt cross myself with you
Sometimes I can be up like that, when I donÔÇÖt cross myself with you
Sometimes I can be down like that, when I donÔÇÖt cross myself with you
ItÔÇÖs some kind
Psychosis, donÔÇÖt what you call it, oneness might be the closest.
A psychotropic segment so tasteless,
it tastes sweet.
And then it changes,
When I donÔÇÖt cross myself with you
Sometimes I can be up like that, when I donÔÇÖt cross myself with you
Sometimes I can be down like that, when I donÔÇÖt cross myself with you
