I was lying on the grass of Sunday morning of last week Indulging in my self-defeat My mind was thugged all east above, it's all twisted, rolling beats Uncomfortable, I'm three feet deep Now the fuzzy stare from not being there on a confusing morning week Impaired my tribal lunar speak And of course you can't become if you only say what you would have done So I missed a million miles of fun I know it's up for me Making sure I'm not in too deep Keep bursting on my feet I was flying on the bench, sliding the park across the street L-A-T-E-R that week My sticky puns really make the stars out of me, that's the way we treat Incredible, I'm eight feet deep Now the body clever pain leave me tearing, staring underneath Even falling under usual feet And I'm not only in line, but I invite who I want to come So I missed a million miles of fun I know it's up for me Making sure I'm not in too deep Keep bursting on my feet I know it's up for me Not something hard to see Keep me down and built to the beat If you still mess up, don't put a show If you still mess up, don't put a show If you still mess up, don't put a show If you still mess up, don't put a show If you still mess up, don't put a show