Knowing the answer is in your game
Making me want you again
You know that the answer is not my game
Making me want again
She don't, she don't care
Loving the flower is in my game
Making me want you again
I know that the flower is not for sale
Making me want again
She don't, she don't care
We've been travelling and reeling at the speed of soul
Never knew what hit us, we crashed the black hole
chased in the place by the b hole space patrol
crusin' so fast, slammed on a telephone pole it fell,
communication breakdown
that was ill, pack our gear
bail out to the next town
if none of you can dig these rhymes that I speak
don't be dissin' me yo, this the freak freak