Bovine Divine
You know who's in charge; check that mind baby!
Check that ego. Check that mind baby!
I don't drink. I don't spend money
I don't bang hoes. I don't look pretty
I don't do all the things, that you just talk about
I just spit the things that you ain't thinking about
Your brain it is locked, inside the prison of the ones
That build the bars, that build the minds, that build the chores
Well, go on speak your mind, speak your nothingness to the divine
Bovine, cows... call me one cause I am...
But, oh maybe a telescope is what I have
Maybe a piece of rope, to hang myself
To break this changed soul so it can resurrect itself into the hour
Into the massive flower, beyond the grave of this holistic dream they call a dream
Check your mind at the door. Check that mind baby
Check your ego at the door, cause they're polluted
Check your mind at the door. Check that mind baby
You gotta wash not your feet but your whole insides baby-doll
I want to be sweet to you. Wanna give you what you got to give
Wanna get down low, love you like there's no more time to live
I can be your tooth-fairy baby, let me lay under your pillow
Don't be scared of me, gonna straighten out your life
Gonna rope comb your hair, gonna lay you down and make you feel right
Gonna take you out, baby when it gets so dark
Gonna so go for a walk, you and me
All these other ones baby, they're only boys
You want the real thing: knock, knock on my door
All these other one's, baby, they're just talking large
I don't need to talk about nothing. You know who's in charge
Check that mind baby. Check that ego
Check that mind baby
Check your mind at the door. Check that mind baby
Check your ego at the door, cause they're polluted
Check your mind at the door. Check that mind baby
You gotta wash not your feet but your whole insides baby-doll
Check that ego. Check that mind baby!
I don't drink. I don't spend money
I don't bang hoes. I don't look pretty
I don't do all the things, that you just talk about
I just spit the things that you ain't thinking about
Your brain it is locked, inside the prison of the ones
That build the bars, that build the minds, that build the chores
Well, go on speak your mind, speak your nothingness to the divine
Bovine, cows... call me one cause I am...
But, oh maybe a telescope is what I have
Maybe a piece of rope, to hang myself
To break this changed soul so it can resurrect itself into the hour
Into the massive flower, beyond the grave of this holistic dream they call a dream
Check your mind at the door. Check that mind baby
Check your ego at the door, cause they're polluted
Check your mind at the door. Check that mind baby
You gotta wash not your feet but your whole insides baby-doll
I want to be sweet to you. Wanna give you what you got to give
Wanna get down low, love you like there's no more time to live
I can be your tooth-fairy baby, let me lay under your pillow
Don't be scared of me, gonna straighten out your life
Gonna rope comb your hair, gonna lay you down and make you feel right
Gonna take you out, baby when it gets so dark
Gonna so go for a walk, you and me
All these other ones baby, they're only boys
You want the real thing: knock, knock on my door
All these other one's, baby, they're just talking large
I don't need to talk about nothing. You know who's in charge
Check that mind baby. Check that ego
Check that mind baby
Check your mind at the door. Check that mind baby
Check your ego at the door, cause they're polluted
Check your mind at the door. Check that mind baby
You gotta wash not your feet but your whole insides baby-doll
Credits
Writer(s): Beard Bates
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