Wheels

My friends are on the network now
My friends are on the street
My friends are in the people passing
Makes the colors neat
My glasses are for the high eyes now
My spaceship made of weed,
The struggle for this lyric made my
Right foot fall asleep ughuugh…

I'm singing to the cell phone
Now I'm singing to the leaves,
The people on vacation they
Got nothing over me cause my feet…
My feet...

My feet are my wheels
My mojo my motor
My friends are the ticket
To the love that I found

The streets are filled with lizards
Now
The streets are filled with sand
Feeling like the singer of some
Psychedelic band
On my trip to Mars I had to stop
And turn around
Just to flip off all the assholes
I had left back on the ground
Cause my feet…

My mojo my motor
My mojo my motor
My mojo my motor