Information

Let me see it
Let me see what you have there
She never let me see it
I just wanted to see it

Standing on the street corner
You came in with something in your hand
A Joint. I'm smoking a joint
Searching the emails and that was just some weed

Poppers and weird sex
That's what I'm looking for
Wait til he sees it
Wait til it hits you

They bring me to you
You on that street corner
Waiting for my man
Waiting to get in

Something brighter than sand
Something taller than him
Focused on the dance tunes
Keep it focused on the dance tunes

I made this promise to myself in your head
To cross that intersection
To step aside
To move on

The children
I mean someone think of the children
They can get this information and just ride with it
Just ride with it

Anyway so I'm on that street corner
Waiting for my guy
I'm waiting for my man
Something coming to me from that place

It says

"We live in a dying state
We live in a place for the dead
We live in a place from the dead
We live in a place to die"

Then it continued

"We live in a dying state
We live in a place for the dead
We live in a place from the dead
We live in a place to die"

I stopped. I didn't know what they meant
What could that have meant?



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Bauer
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