Vapors leave your lungs and pass through your tounges
cats got nine lives
but most of it is spent on bungs
*bongo noise*
smells fill your air like pasta angel hair
but the truth is
the smell ain't even there
*bongo noise*
Words start being heard of a little white nerd
Meowrage: is that syb
Nay, it's the small yellow bird
*bongo noise*
Voice and space and little freaky ace
of spades or of space
I hope you know your place
*bongo noise*
You start to feel and get back from the reel...