only trust my tarot cards,
pink flamingos in my yard
People think that I'm from Mars,
Only smoke that holy green,
high above the big machine
Not attached to anything, whatever
I got that ma gic you call A .D .D.
Red for them alias, different like me
What I do and how I live is too much
I don't really, really give a damn
If you think that what I say
and what I give ain't enough
I don't really, really give a fuck
Here, right here, right here
And I'ma stay right here,
I'm the center of a crowded room
I might as well be on the moon
Searching for that one or two
You see me talking to myself
Cause no one gets me like myself
I've been this way since I was twelve
I got that ma gic you call OCD
If you think that what I do
and how I live is too much
I don't really, really give a fuck
If you think that what I say
and what I give ain't enough
I don't really, really give a fuck
Here, right here, right here
And I'ma stay right here,
In the end it ain't that deep
If you think that what I do
and how I live is how I live
I don't really, really give two fucks
If you think that what I say
and what I give ain't enough
I don't really, really give two fucks
I don't give, I don't give,
Right here, right here, right here
And I'ma stay right here,
4.7
