Bleh Bleh huer dur dur
Three groups- three crews all my friends
but i keep em seprate
And each knows a different me
Hue hue hur dur dur
And each a part my persona
or all an amalgum of my psyche, ya dig?
The future forward with the great grades and lame senses of humor
straight edges, them.
The illegal talenteds who are gunna do some big things,
too bad the can't keep their acts together.
And the pessemist recluse individuals; most likely in a tree house listening to a new album.
Huer dur we know whats up and we despise the commercial plane.
On the off chance these groups collide, they will discuss three men, all of which have the same name and huer dur different interests.
And each man is the same
and each the other
three embodiments of the same enegy
Huer dur me, get it?