He's gonna go go get it, gonna run run set it In another white hidden realm (?) Everybody knows, it's fucking wild and there's no fronting about it It's not the style, nor a trial. It's the best of love and hate Come on everybody, lets get together; I appall the backdrop of hate
Well there's no more food on the table What once was strong, no longer able And an open mind, no longer stable And it spin like a DJ's turntable
A million eyeballs and a blink and a smile With no dimensions of sight Well within an inch, a billion colors The entire world's contrast light Oh it ain't right, another fight Well it gets so very clear With my passion on a stud, I walk through I walk through the vicious ones and I really don't care
Well there's no more food on the table What once was strong, no longer able And an open mind, no longer stable And it spin like a DJ's turntable
My western mind has a hard time (hard time) Getting across distrust Passive resistance, Your assistance: You're the one smoking dust!
It ain't a style, nor a trial, it's the best of love and hate (love and hate) Come on everybody lets get together, I appall the backdrop of hate
Well there's no more food on the table And what once was strong, no longer able And an open mind, no longer stable And it spin like a DJ's turntable
Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable Well ya spin like a DJ's turntable
