(Intro)

Pas... quand j'etais une femme solitaire, j'ai pui'eppe.

oh.. never mind me man

i'm just rhyming here

it's an old one that no one knows anyways

that's the way it goes

kisses directions through my mind every time

guess he likes to collect blue hickies

i dunno..

i remain the same

comatose anyways

s'whatever







ask me that question again

who am i what am i

look at my face the eyes don't lie

if i was with a smooth tongue

used for fun

i'd take a look at myself

and ask myself why i got a thread

a thread that i'm holding on for Sandy

my mind's taking things that are going on

close to the soul

and actually steppin' on

these people are doing wrong

the list can go on and on

for ages

tangled up through mazes

as lost as a meal that's pushed to a panther

i keep my eyes on those who pass by

they look to pm dawn the quest for the answer

mercy mercy me.. till i see

the end of the human race is grand prix

mr red knows i pose a threat

yea.. i'd like to see him sweat

dr vibe tends to get hypnotic

reality thinks the prince be is erotic

the magic wand seems to be misplaced

i can't see it if it's covered in lace

the best way to keep your word is not to give it

i don't make promises cause promises die

but those who use hate just won't participate

so that's why i choose to use my eyes

and stay comatose



a positive and negative impression on your brain

whatever remains.. whatever stays the same..

results from an inside view or perspective

other than that persona snaps under strain

but what remains to be seen

is how you chose to use your time

and still the point blank