I'm 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 the wave a wand, we could reach the beyond.
If you deeping the song, then you'll see what we on
But because I've been wrong
Might just spell what I'm on...
I mean don't dress like it's prom.
Simply bet on our bond.
And we'll reach the beyond;
Where we
Roll up the za, then we smoke at the pond.
While the moon carries on. With the breathe of a bomb.
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