Catcha later I'm checkin out
To where everybody's touched
With somebody else's blood
Keep having the visions of a jungle
I've never been to before
(I must have something to say)
Gettin back to the root ya c'mon ya'll
The wind in your mud, ain't it a stunner?
To pull back in shame, first but how truth
Cleaned it all up nice but I can't even think
About what you want me to do, what you want me to do
(I must have something to say)
...Ayuh come in, come in, come in
Gettin back to the root ya c'mon ya'll
Joined-nesses and weirded-nesses
Editing lust, ain't it a bummer
To pull from the pain, first but how truth
Cleaned it all up nice and henceforthI can't give a shit
About what you want me to do, what you want me to do
Like Buddha stoned to deaths
(I must have something to say)