I got my ceiling, motor and mail
I only know the ceiling mouth
I make my cell, yellow the sound
That emanates from under

Give me a gravity, your right left leg
Hole in my hazer gives me you
Cat say, "You'll never keep my breath
It's wise to think you'll try"

I grow the piston
I see the right turn only
Make see the right turn
Gee knows the bitter roundly

Reachin' and growin' all things in file
Give me the air to make my
To hope for more antenna

Tee take the sender
I stole your gravity
I [bad word] your how
Don't hag me with your false green

I grow the piston
I see the right turn only
They see the right turn
Gee knows the bitter roundly

Lay sin, an own [bad word]  like a barb
Baby freight haybay, dee
I'm in a lie mida make a moo
Cross a stake rollin' the why

Hey, hey
Hey, hey