Honey, don't
It's better not to try at all and think
Does it pay for your medications
Or pour you any drink?
Captivated by the words of idols
Who solemnly preach
Take the golden ticket and hope that
It will set you free
Don't you go
Don't you go ahead then come back home
And beg for me
Please
Spit the cherry pit
And think for me
Please
For me
Spit the cherry pit
And let go of the dream