My God
I think I threw up
I've got a river filled with dollars
Who connect to the words in my gutAnd the poet is hanging out in the back
He's doing things that he can never take back
It's a condition
I tried, it's not usIt's not usMy God
Did you really give up?
Do you live inside the people
The people with all that stuffYou got a motorcar crash in the sea
You got idols making lists where they've been
I speak about it in dreams
It's not a holding pattern baby, just wait and seeAre you dreaming?
What are you dreaming about now?
Do you believe me?
Who are you going to believe now?Are you dreaming?
What are you dreaming about now?
Don't believe me?
Who's going to believe me now?Dreaming
What are you dreaming about now?'Cause I forgotMy God
I think I threw up
I got a river filled with dollars
Who connect to the words in my gutIt's not us
It's not us
It's not us
No, it's not us