You Don'T Wanna Know

Here I can come, lets salute the sun, lets make a brutish cocktail for a run, lets crash a party that wasn't fun. And then! ! ! ! ! Ok by then you know there is no playin', only mind praying, and rotation of claiming, because girls are entangling, estranging- to their embankment, to the water that flows strangely, from out of town- oh its amazing! ! ! Lets teach them Bangledesh from the Bay Area-ness, that comes around in a mess, drunk and sore from all of their bets. Ball on time- when you come it isn't the crime, some people ball all the time! They don't need our time- our wishes or our finds... They are tourists out of their binds... They're bosses that don't know of lives- ...that need love, and are falling from their climbs.