Busted Radiator

I don't know how to complain When everything is so lame And I guess there's no need to complain about it Because it's already done And I'm doing what I want now And I'm going deep Take a trip with me, you see I don't really care where we end up anymore As long as we're together, I'm down for what's in store I don't care how I look anymore I wanna be your whore Not you, you fuckin human Shut up, you're only listening, man I'm not here playing cupid I am cumin, I'm a spice on that Salvia Weed on my dahlia Smoke it up like mix it up like everything is fucked up But it's cool to me So why should I fake like I'm not down with it, G? It's just a bit heavy sometimes to really face Peeling walls away like they was really made of fakes Makes me think The Matrix was sent down just to teach us shit And it's a metaphor for the reality of illusion We now have something we compare it to What can I say, does it matter? No it doesn't, of course not, enjoy your life and roar hot The truth will set me free, but it's enough for now When you shut up, don't have a cow Don't freak out Just be cool Save the fool Says the fool, "The Joker laughs at you" Their jesters run shit, too Why don't you just take a ride on that Salvia slide If you don't believe me about all my secrets And what I've been believing I guess you could talk about it to yourself at night If you wanna stay up I don't wanna get down I'm just clowning around I have found my sound? I have done nothing of the sort Get out of town What's next? Does it really matter? Flow with the best of it And take the worst of spices too You can't have one without the other Which one you want to stick to you? Negativity or positivity will run your life Into nativity or Hell on Earth, you see I see where I see us going And it's not pretty It's not nature's picturesque beauty It's a wasteland