sometimes i hate you
wanna punch in your skull
but then you do something
that's so pitiful
but i don't need a cue ball
to figure out the mess in my head
cause if
you're thinking bout filling a bucket
it don't matter if you're black or red
i know we're supposed to be
destroying the sun
but if i could fill a quadrant
that might be fun
and i know i'm sounding desperate
but can i get it in before we're all dead ?
cause if
you're thinking bout filling a bucket
it don't matter if you're black or red
i am tired of this waiting
why am i so alone ?
i don't want to play victim
to the imperial drone
you could be my kismesis
you could be my matesprit
come, let's fill up a bucket
make this quadrant legit
you can tell me that you pity me
or pin me down, insult me instead
cause if
you're thinking bout filling a bucket
it don't matter if you're black or red
and if
you're thinking bout repping my quadrants
it don't matter if you're black or red
i said if you're thinking bout sloppy makeouts
it don't matter if you're black or red
