Mail In The Door

For the purpose of Before I think I made beats for uh, for a purpose You know what I mean A purpose of It's gonna be a record For the purpose of maybe imma get some money fro. It For the purpose of Being the best At times, a premonition runs through my head that I am actually living a very dangerous Life For I am one of those machines That may explode At times, a premonition runs through my Remained Locked in his room Remained, locked in his room And while naked Sang and danced like a wild man possessed Danced like a wild man possessed Danced like a wild man possessed In what appeared to be a one man recreation of a Dionysian festival For 3 days and nights Sang and dance Sang and dance For 3 days and nights Sang and dance Sang and dance At times, a premonition runs through my head that I am actually living a very dangerous Life For I am one of those machines that may explode One must go it alone For the dangers of descending to these depths One must go it alone For the dangers of descending to these depths One must go it alone For the dangers of descending to these depths One must go it alone One must go it One must go it alone He knows how irregular all galaxies are They lead right into the chaos and labyrinth of existence