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My thoughts went from peachy clean
To Peach fuzzy screen
It’s got me VHS thinking an epiphany
Strumming my Violin Head Strings
And the beliefs achieve a symphony

My thoughts went from peachy clean
To Peach fuzzy screen
It’s got me VHS thinking an epiphany
Strumming my Violin Head Strings
And the beliefs achieve a symphony

My thoughts went from peachy clean
To Peach fuzzy screen
It’s got me VHS thinking an epiphany
Strumming my Violin Head Strings
And the beliefs achieve a symphony

I don’t smoke cigs
But if I were one
I’d be Marlboro Red
Cowboy killers
Got that strong street cred
You don’t always get what you want
We got to be addiction fed
And it’s 2 O’clock
I’m in two places
To do that people say
You need two faces
Crazy, it’s my homeostasis
I don’t own a clone
If so I’d name it Rome
Cause I’m what the crowds are for
The pillars of four, the walls, all four
And the base, the floor
Of an open roof Coliseum Dome
I’m knocking down barriers
Like they’re blocks of foam
My feet, they’re spinning chrome
And the fists move like Ralph Waldo thinks
They’re writing poems
Down the road never alone
Parade of cheerleader ants
Carrying my throne
I got burnt for being
Too close to the sun
Now I’m rocking two tones
Too far from our globe
I don’t throw stones
Cause I’m T specs Rex
With glass framed eyes
Dropping diamonds out my pockets
To those with broken stone homes
Handing out Ivory soap
To help float and cope
Nothing works better
Than some clean confidence and hope

My thoughts went from peachy clean
To Peach fuzzy screen
It’s got me VHS thinking an epiphany
Strumming my Violin Head Strings
And the beliefs achieve a symphony

My thoughts went from peachy clean
To Peach fuzzy screen
It’s got me VHS thinking an epiphany
Strumming my Violin Head Strings
And the beliefs achieve a symphony

My thoughts went from peachy clean
To Peach fuzzy screen
It’s got me VHS thinking an epiphany
Strumming my Violin Head Strings
And the beliefs achieve a symphony

Fortune favors the flavors
So we add our black market caviar
Cool as black ice cold
Dense as black coal covered gold
It’s spreading like black mold
I take my coffee with no sugar, no crème
Call me bold
I grew up running through sand and gravel
And what’s with your melancholic smile
Where’s the jury, I don’t see a trial
I’m no judge; I’ve never struck a gavel
I’m not from Asia
But I’m oriented peaceful as the Dalai Llama
I’m not stopped by a Great Wall
But treasure my thoughts as they’re fine China
I only speak English but write in rhyme
And senses most have five
I have a nickel and two pennies
You got ten dimes of time?
Cause I could use a century of beats
To explain my ideas are many
Seven senses, good ‘n plenty
Sight, smell, taste, noise and feel
Plus the cents of dollars
And I’m grabbing seconds, time
Street – rich – wise
And I filled out the zero – ten census
Sent to where I reside, sublime
You smash my pumpkins
Thanks I love the pie
Thunder, lightning, rain
Three strikes an out
I’m nothing but dry
Nice tries

My thoughts went from peachy clean
To Peach fuzzy screen
It’s got me VHS thinking an epiphany
Strumming my Violin Head Strings
And the beliefs achieve a symphony

My thoughts went from peachy clean
To Peach fuzzy screen
It’s got me VHS thinking an epiphany
Strumming my Violin Head Strings
And the beliefs achieve a symphony

My thoughts went from peachy clean
To Peach fuzzy screen
It’s got me VHS thinking an epiphany
Strumming my Violin Head Strings
And the beliefs achieve a symphony

Patience is a virtue
Well what happened to all the hours
No hill Chicago
I thought it’d be full of bouquets of flowers
They’re only in window boxes
Of dirt with no sand
Homes are protected from showers
Mine by iron bars and bands
And it’s sad when everything turns out flat
As a bill on a hat
So I climb into the seat of my New Era
The Queen, no ones fairer
Even the bright has a shadow
Leaders follow
Geniuses think shallow
And blond hair looks best a little dirty
The holidays give and take
I got something from
Care that I can’t replace
I say it sturdy
As my memories stand on the sideline
Connecting dots on a timeline
And there’s a fine line
Between could, would and should
Have put in a dvd instead of this old VHS, VHS, VHS
Nothing better than this VHS, VHS, VHS

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