Lyric Black, Red, Yellow

Exponentially servin ...perpetually unnervin ...
Vehicles swervin ...
The adjectives, they are all a blurrin ...
Freud walkin the sidelines.
Clipboard...score on the brain.
Black magic, painted trees... makes me sane.

Hormones firin like a fifty foot roman.
Please don t make me explain. Don t matter anyway.

Phontom pain in my brain,
It s all that s left of my leg.
Black and red and yellow...
Black and red and yellow...
Heard you repeat what you heard.
Me knowin the truth, I cannot concur.

Hormones firin like a fifty foot roman.
Please don t make me explain, doesn t matter anyway.
Hormones firin like a fifty foot roman.
Please don t make me explain...

Yo bro what s happenin ... what s happenin ...
I m on the west, west side of, on the west coast.
Give me a jingle when you get in... wherever the fuck you at...

Hormones firin like a fifty foot roman.
Please don t make me explain. Doesn t fuckin matter anyway.
Hormones firin like a fifty foot roman.
Please don t make me explain...