Entrance (Baka Edit)

Here comes Miss America, I know when it's a dream Strawberry eyes, flowers blossom where her golden hair gleams She is my light, my life I've been dreaming away love Harrowing cries of the dead Who even knows Edge of the building is where I am standing My heels is planted, toes hanging off the edge Pray to God I don't relent Clouds pushing me down with force Girls taking me down these forked paths I know that I can't describe it I know that I don't really wanna na na na Talk about the shit that I be really on But pill poppin, xanny talkin, suicidal thoughts Knees crumble with the blues and the greens Thinkin bout meetin up with Billy Jean Whatchu mean Shit Man we need em velour couches Women in jumpsuits in the penthouses Please don't tell me what to do Please don't tell me what is cool I be killin it with B English majors but our songs are jewels JEWELS JEWELS Man they jewels, man they jewels Somethin that you fuckers can't own, or sell, or pawn off Bitch you better walk off Or hit the cat walk Cause we sus for life and that's the plan boy