Testi:
The Quarter After Too Much To Think About

inside always remains you somehow free my mind I can't explain to much to think about to much to think about to much to think about to much to think about

inside always remains you somehow free my mind I can't explain to much to think about to much to think about to much to think about to much to think about

inside always remains you somehow free my mind I can't explain to much to think about to much to think about to much to think about to much to think about

twat and go alalalala Girl my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind That's why I ain't thinking about you, I don't got time and

arm, I said "Ouch!" As I landed on the psychiatric couch, He said, "Tell me about it." Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast, It was all over by quarter

don't give a fuck I put the quarter in the slot And play the game until I see what I got, I let straps pop If I got to cuz the streets is hot too so

acres (uhh) the houses (yeah) the horses (huh) Of course it's much greater than your Benx or your Lex The engine to my comprehension is just too complex Much too

and go alalalala Girl my head space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind That's why I ain't thinking about you, I don't got time and I

now you gotta deal with it [Verse One] Check it out The alarm went off, around a quarter to nine My eyes were stuck shut so I was pretty much blind But