Lyrics
Liquid logic, you come in my room,
You're unexpected and you're moving so soon.
You're taking a chance, thinking of singing a new tune.
Have a seat, you're gonna leave with a tattoo.
Compensation for the something I got,
Conversation with myself, ink-blot.
Keep a little mirror in my pocket for the times
I always wanna turn around and take a look at who's behind me.
But I can't turn around.
No, I can...not!
What you see is what you get.
I'm Mr. Perfect with a catch.
What you see is what you get.
And I'll make sure you won't forget.
Newborn mother too proud to boast,
Blue-spotted eagle-eye coast-to-coast.
Most don't like what most don't see,
And most don't touch what most can't be.
Pyramid, eyeball, Egyptian mind suck,
Gazing fools left gaping awe-struck.
Keep a little mirror in my pocket for the times
I always wanna turn around and take a look at what's behind me.
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