Fine Gone 13

Toxic spell, cellphone hell: rotting your brain!
TV land, DC land will make you insane!
Ten million kings want to control the scenes.
To start again from living their dreams.

Army wars to take you down to blow you all away!
We want to fight your battles; control it all today!

Living well where you dwell?  Maybe next to a train!
Fever swells, driving nails right into your brain...

Information overload has got me insane!
Throw out dreams and visions of fortune and the fame!

Ya fine gone momma ridin in yo benz.
Ridin with the rooster crowin at all the henz.
Is it a joke, or is it a smile?
The thing that keeps you danglin for a while...
Ya fine gone daddy you sleepin on the ceiling.
Is it a joke?  Might take a while...
Ya fine gone momma ridin in yo benz.
What has kept you out all night with those henz?
Ya fine gone momma ridin in yo benz.
Ridin with the rooster crowin at all the henz.
Is it a joke, or is it a smile?
The thing that keeps you danglin for a while...
Ya fine gone daddy sleepin on the ceiling.
Every time you get that creepy feeling.
Ya fine gone momma sleepin on the ceiling.
Is it a joke?  Might take a while...
Ya fine gone momma ridin in yo benz.
Ridin with the rooster crowin at all the henz.
Is it a joke, or is it a smile?

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