Lady (Um humm) Oh baby (Um humm) My sweet baby (Um humm) You're the one (Fury)
Lady (Oh yeah) Oh, baby (oh yeah) My sweet baby (oh yeah) You're the one
Uh huh... I know
Well it's Mr. Obituary, put beats in a cemetery I rip a beat into pieces, like sheets in a dictionary The teachers try tried to teach me but I was sleepin' in every class I never passed, it didn't seem necessary I'm super psychedelic I'm smokin' weed whit the fairies And if drugs are bad, throw away every CD you carry Cause drugs have inspired every musical visionary And this ain't even the album So the thought alone should be scary I do this for the geeks who feel they need to compare me I swear I'll push this button, give me a reason or dare me And everything gets blown and everybody gets buried And there you have it, I shot the track like Berry
Lady (oh yeah) Oh, baby (oh yeah) Oh, baby (oh yeah) Oh, baby (oh yeah) My, my baby (oh yeah) Oh, baby (oh yeah) My sweet baby (oh yeah) You're the one I know, I know, I know, haha
They tryin' figure out, what's my business incentive I'm simply tryin' speak to who or whatever will listen And reach out to the kids who the doctor prescribed with Ritalin So this for all of my aliens and all the Indigo Children And anyone who said I would never see this position Allow me to drop my pants and turn around for you to kiss it Huh But that was the motivation I needed for me to get it And this has been a Bobby Ray Power Point presentition I mean... presentation... Aww, whatever you don't care
