I like songs that say
Marijuana, Marijuana
I love videos
With women in tight tops and short skirts
I love songs that say
Make money
Money
Make money
Monet
I don’t know much about him
Judge me
I’m in possession of all three
Grudge me
Lovely
Strangely that’s all I’m about
Weed
Women
And a “traila loada moneee”
How many times
Can I say
Short sighted stupidity
Can’t budge me
Offended
Lovely
So you won’t mind me
Relaying some knowledge to the people
Mathematically
And some
Philosophical drudgery
Explain to them
That escapism is good
For some
One third of the time
But for the rest you have to face life
Lovely
So put your lighters up
For the ho-ney
Dancing on the stage
Making her mo-ney
Cast the first stone
Even if you’d be the first in line
If that woman said
Anytime
Anywhere
Fuck me
If only you had met her on the street
Fully clothed
Then you’d just call her sexy
Afraid to approach
But that’s another story
Where you’re getting caught up
Not realising you’re paying for a fancy
Fantasy
I mean
Lovely
Is her name
That dream
About scantily clad women
In a haze of smoke
Bathing in mo-ney
Should I upgrade my vocab’lary
Nah
S(a)rry I don’t speak the way you like
S(a)rry I don’t look at life like
It’s one dimensional
I’m riding somewhere in the fourth plane
Here we go
With that math and philosophy again
Where they say
The true sign of genius
Is holding opposing views
In one’s brain
Lovely
And if the only part you understood
Was the beginning
Where you got offended
Then
How can you judge me
Maybe
I need to put on a robe
With a collar
Preach from a pulpit
Or a podium
Where the bad language known as hypocrisy
Sounds more lovely
Fuckery