Your Sunday Disguise

Oh lord shoot me Sally Jill me up I think I think I think something's in my cup As for what I'll never tell well I've got this swimming pool It collects the rain right from the gutters Like gravy butter you wouldn't get it It's pretty heavy I'm living proof I'm never ready It's raining it's pouring Freedom Lane's so boring I lose myself when nights become my mornings Freedom Lane it's paper thick it's a can of spam it's dumby quick It's laying floors flat on your back it's rocket science it's super sad It's making out to the smoothest jazz in a vacant lot it's canceled plans Oh man ah jeez come get it Freedom Lane's stupendous I swear to Jah I'm soft as soft made a list then crossed it off I am the king on Freedom Lane I think about it every day What's the point in falling harder when Babylon's still half-asleep Smoking dope with the pope chasing butterflies on Rainbow Road Freedom Lane it's breathing out It's here right now everywhere you look Friday Monday Saturday Sunday Oopsie daisy psycho lately my whole life feels out of order Cuz therapy is just something to pay for The problem is I don't got any money As you can see therapy is a scam Hey hey I deserve the sex today And or medicine acetaminophen inhale neon in my head again When the saints go knocking door-to-door I say we let 'em in