field. Started growing up the day your body dies. Only apparently, real to unreal Hey, stereo stations. Perfect image, kneel down. Hey, hypo-static information. Come on let's hear you turn it around
the hit parade I hear the sighs. Of ecstasy that only love and music buy. Hi bye bye, sugar high. The hypo fix the contact strip. Immortalized as far too hip, too good to be alive. Do you deserve the
Now I be fuckin' with these bitches like they hypo-allergenic. Women are from Venus, caught in love playing Tennis. Some girls are the Lebron James of playing mind games. And switch their home
