Im not involved, put the keys in the car
And i'll take you to mars, i mean the god of the wars
Pull the strings of guitars, and stitch the red string through the stars
With tbe wave a wand, we could reach the beyond
If you deeping the song, then you'll see what we on
But because i been wrong
Might just spell what I'm on...
I mean don't dress like its prom
Simply bet on our bond
And we'll reach the beyond
Roll up the za, then we smoke at the pond.
Check, I'm really fond
Of when the moment desolves
And we melt in our arms
But you're fond of your arms
And end up dropping some bombs
Then you crumble beyond, and we simply fall
And that's why I'm not involved