Here you go, it's Kid Galahad, it makes me smile.

Hey man, let me take the story of the bodies to dream about it. A playground boy. This is how it goes.

I wish I was on a body-centric interview, something like I don't know right Chinese or my toes.

I remember I could speak in tongues for an angry baboon, but he's trying to steal money from a techie piece.

And then at the age of 21, I could crash my dad in a rock-a-roll legacy.

All the haters can be tears.

I've got to save my mind.

Read me, read me, read me, my rights, my left hand is punching me in a vase.

There is no case for the depends of a man who uses his brain in a cosmic vase.

I've got to sweat on the right side of my brain, won't let him all tell him I'm gonna have to put another pen on the back of my name.

I have a blue piece, I have a blue print.

I'm passing on my head, I'm dead, I'm looking at my place, I can't please think of which is gonna stick it to me.

I'm trying to know what's just love in the back of a limousine, just for afternoon.

My life's a cartoon, all over my head, I'm holding hands on it.

There is only me, sweet smile.

Someone pull me back to land, I'm drowning, I'm drowning in the waters of mediocrity.

I know that was an ancient genius who wrote books on Greek philosophy.

Please don't leave me here to weld them in sun shadows.

I need food as delicious as I can, so I could buy chicken for my son.

I gotta make history.

All of my feelings can't be changed.

Oh, go to my name.

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