Almost Billie Joe

What you made here is delicious, but
I'd like to pour my heart out, besides I feel more alive now
What you made here is a little bit
Unsure and I'll tout, a lapse. I'm sure you'll find out
What you made here is delicious, but
I'd like to pour my heart out, besides I feel more alive now
What you made here is a little bit... heh
You won't get out

I write didactic, my passion from masters my clamping is hampered, my
Clamping of masjid, the candlelight's bastard. I
Fathom right, tampered. My castle's right tempered. Grasping
Doorhandles closed off from my temple. Temporal
Elation from immaculate patience. My task is
Amazing. To pass down my RNA to my patients. A's and
R's segregating away from the way the game is. I'm here to
Make statements not here to make payments. Tapers with flames
On 'em. I promise moves that make way for honest. My
Honest is admitting that the concept of God is
That's why I say tapers cuz the famous isn't
Made to make no mistakes and sing about prayers. It's not
Layered. It's logical. Culprit got labor. Reaction pathological
Helpless and tapered. Tapered not bulbous. Full of
Pulp of ki. Keys are chain linked worm-holes. 鍛鍊 so-called
Life force like you're forging a chain, there's no easy way

I'm plain. On a plain, without substance. I
Hobble in-out circles tryna concentrate my train
In-n-out the tunnel, it's a greasy chain reaction

You think it a little bit hard, the simple and militant bar
Persistent belittle the broad and soak up the liquid you brought
Soul got me recognised hot
Parole I'm sitting. You ardent, prissy and overly cocky
Sorry I'm slowly embossing processes. Early Korean thoughts
I rather believe in dogs. The ones that litter the floor. I'm here for more
Key in door, skean dhu, we galore, missing you, send to school
Temper few but if you send me to cryo tubes, help me to smell perfumes
The fumes, too blue, the room too hued in moods
That ruins the true-blue bloom of sing-tunes
I resume too through the roof 'bout my food
Dare I try to make do. I can't put two and two. I'm
Through. I can't rhyme for shit. I can only feel the
Way the rhythm moves me around my semantic memory
Trying to piece together a semblance of normalcy in my words you see

I mean at this row, I'm almost Billie Joe
(Never had a lick of sense)
I mean I'm no beau, I'm almost Billie Joe
(By the flowers in the muddy waters)
I mean at this row, I'm almost Billie Joe
(It's almost regal the way I go, feeling completely lone)
I mean I'm no beau, I'm almost Billie Joe
(By the flowers in the muddy waters)
I mean at this row, I'm almost Billie Joe
(Never had a lick of sense)
I mean I'm no beau, I'm almost Billie Joe
(Won't hurt nobody, I've hurt everybody already)
I mean at this row, I'm almost Billie Joe
(It's almost regal the way I go, feeling completely lone)
I mean I'm no beau, I'm almost Billie Joe