Letras
I had a long, long talk
With my dead friend Bill
He said, "Why ya still doing
The things you're doing still?
If you want me to help you
Brother, I will...
You gotta put down your telephone
Get up in the morning
Breathe the mantras
And heed the warnings
Of The Interdimensional Trans-Spirtual Brain Trust
They're gonna come to find you one day
You better be prepared
And it'll be beautiful..."
Beautiful
I had a long, long talk
With my dead friend Bill
He said, "Why ya still doing
The things you're doing still?
If you want me to help you
Brother, I will...
You gotta tap the Big Door
Drop your ego
Lift your vibies
And make a free throw
For The Interdimensional Trans-Spirtual Brain Trust"
They're gonna come to find me one day
I'm gonna be prepared
And it'll be beautiful...
Beautiful