Let the Bell Ring

Wee baby weez
Wee baby weez
It's Sunday
And the church bell rings
It's Sunday
And the church bell rings
I just want to get by
Have a good time
No fights
Just keep my mind
Aligned with Venus and Mars
And all the stars
Drive some cars, boats
Ang get on charts
Keep it all clean
And throw my shit
In the trash been
You come close to my ear
And with a soft whisper
You confess
Let the bell ring
Ring the bell ring ring
Let the bell ring
Wee baby weez
Let the bell ring
Ring the bell ring ring
Let the bell ring
Wee baby weez
To be the king or the queer
And make the stage a carpe diem
A kiss a fix
The bliss to get high
On my own supply
It's all about kicks
Dicks and chicks
And I'm running out of tricks
Shiiit
It's Sunday
And the church bell rings
It's Sunday
And the church bell rings
Suck it
Ladies and gentlemen
Nothing to worry
The batch it's all in here
In a J Hendrix
Brown stash bag
The artillery is on the tray
Armed with fun bags
Such amazing bits of hipocrits
Such amazing flash
And so I crash cra cra cra crash
Dude relax
The matrix is full of cracks
Suck it
Let the bell ring
Ring the bell ring ring
Let the bell ring
Wee baby weez
Let the bell ring
Ring the bell ring ring
Let the bell ring
Wee baby weez
Let the bell ring
Ring the bell ring ring
Let the bell ring
It's all about kicks
Dicks and chicks
And I'm running out of tricks
Shiiit
Suck it
I smell and taste
Your bare skin dry
Let the bell ring
Ring the bell ring ring
Let the bell ring
Wee baby weez
Let the bell ring
Ring the bell ring ring
Let the bell ring
Wee baby weez
It's all about kicks
Dicks and chicks
And I'm running out of tricks



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