They reckon someone's always peepin', so they act that way, uh-huh!
*Huh*, these rough patches? Just breeze on through, ain't no use, not a lotta
*Lotta* good flyin' if you can't see the view, horizon's a no-show, whaddaya
*Whaddaya* think they're wavin' at? (Who they livin' for, for real?) (Say what?)
*What* the heck, man, it's my ego's voices crashin' my set, makin' me fret, you bet.
(Countin' on you, and that's how you got me, yeah?) (Huh? Whatcha sayin'?) (Hmmrphm)
I'm seein' myself on winged horses, soarin' high, y'see, but for them, sometimes two in a beat-up saddlebag's plenty.
She's picturin' the spa (sweet!) (ain't no biggie) but with some fellas (woo-hoo!), feelin' giddy.
Forget it, man, just blank it, run your flash again, yeah, hmm mmm mmm eh eh.
(Make what your dreams showed ya mean somethin', c'mon, wow me, gotta agree!)
All for the sky, and that's the only plea, uh uh uh.
This ain't no sign of jonesin', not for me.
Eh eh.
But if you want a "what if" scenario, see? You're gonna hafta... well...
Ooooooh eeeh oh.
Run it back (every single time, religiously).
Since when, though? (It ain't like that now, not currently).
Two steps, then a couple more twirls, gettin' dizzy.
Don't ditch my dreams, man, if they speak up, they're pointin' at you, ain't no maybe, see?
Pointin' to spot ya, specifically.
And yeah, to make us happy, wild and free.
It's gonna depend, totally.
And yup... all this? It's 'cause I saw you, the fruit from that tree.
Started bein' more than just an "oh, yeah, I agree."
Ooh e-eh oh.
Fruit 'cause I had ya, that's the key.
What's your flavor, tell me.
Aight, enough, you spilled it all, plain to see.
Spilled it *to me* / Explained it, gee.
Ooh
Eh
Oh
(Talks a blue streak, yappity-yappity.)
