Bovine Divine

You know who's in charge; check that mind baby! Check that ego. Check that mind baby! I don't drink. I don't spend money I don't bang hoes. I don't look pretty I don't do all the things, that you just talk about I just spit the things that you ain't thinking about Your brain it is locked, inside the prison of the ones That build the bars, that build the minds, that build the chores Well, go on speak your mind, speak your nothingness to the divine Bovine, cows... call me one cause I am... But, oh maybe a telescope is what I have Maybe a piece of rope, to hang myself To break this changed soul so it can resurrect itself into the hour Into the massive flower, beyond the grave of this holistic dream they call a dream Check your mind at the door. Check that mind baby Check your ego at the door, cause they're polluted Check your mind at the door. Check that mind baby You gotta wash not your feet but your whole insides baby-doll I want to be sweet to you. Wanna give you what you got to give Wanna get down low, love you like there's no more time to live I can be your tooth-fairy baby, let me lay under your pillow Don't be scared of me, gonna straighten out your life Gonna rope comb your hair, gonna lay you down and make you feel right Gonna take you out, baby when it gets so dark Gonna so go for a walk, you and me All these other ones baby, they're only boys You want the real thing: knock, knock on my door All these other one's, baby, they're just talking large I don't need to talk about nothing. You know who's in charge Check that mind baby. Check that ego Check that mind baby Check your mind at the door. Check that mind baby Check your ego at the door, cause they're polluted Check your mind at the door. Check that mind baby You gotta wash not your feet but your whole insides baby-doll