Flying Juvenile

Cause I'm floating
I'm not flying
I'm recklessly pacified
I know the world is burning
But where I am were doing just fine

And you know it
Yes you know it
That this way of life's to come undone
Oh red or blue pill
I just wanna get back home

It's just a setup
For what's about to come
The real thing's next door
I'm just sayin'
I'm longing for some self-control

And it's calling
What I'm longing
Directing it to voicemail meantime
Why can't I pick it up
This gotta have to stop someday

It's just a setup
For what's about to come
The real thing's next door
I'm just sayin'
I'm longing for some self-control

Oh come on tell me them
Lies
Make me feel good
Tell me them lies
Make me feel good
Make me feel good

Now witness
Me take the jelly-go-round
I've been cheating death for a clapping crowd
It's never been this easy not doing anything
But still
We're gettin around

A friend of a fool disappeared into his room
Didn't hear from him weeks on end
All his dreams
Scattered all over the streets
Return the call

Someday they'll come knocking
Oh tellin' it's time to put on some clothes
Just look at your brother
Doing what you should
I'm longing for some self-control

Oh come on tell me them

Oh come on tell me them
Lies
Make me feel good
Tell me them lies
Make me feel good
Make me feel good

Tenderized like all of the rest
Struggling just to get out of bed



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Lund
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