[Intro] Never jump into a pile of leaves with a wet sucker Say Charlie Brown, I've got a football, how about practicing a few place kicks? I'll hold the ball, and you come running and kick it
Oh Brother I don't mind your dishonesty half as much as I mind your opinion of me You must think I'm stupid
[Verse 1] No one understand me not even my fuckin' family like stand with me My problem is the one I can't see Can't be the only person livin' this cynicism free If I am, imma be the spark in a sea of trees I can't be Voice for the generation get it now, get it how, I can only hear the sounds of my head, they too loud Nah nah, they too quiet Guess my only option is to silence the impending riot And pen the violence covered in the color turbulence And what my current state of mind Is where do I find the map? That say where I be at Because it really doesn't matter if its this or that And it, really doesn't matter if its this or that It's all the same price, so get it how you like and matter o' fact Imma ride my bike and fly a kite Tryna turn off the light that was on, singin' Sunshine sunshine always fine, feel it in my skin, warmin' up my ass crack And you can have it back, wanna take it back but I need a paper bag to just Hold all my sunshine in it, then I just kick it, with my friends and, its terrific Never have I felt so lonely be-fore
[Hook] I got sunshine, in a bag, and I'm happy, that I'm sad(x3) I got sunshine, in a bag, and I'm happy, happy (that i'm sad)
[Verse 2] I was a caramel parallel away from hell A speak n spell divine that my minds workin' well Soul doesn't sell, despite what they say Now see in black and white but I paint the picture grey with the easel Colors fall down to the beautiful people On the corner whom I've never seen But they see me, lookin' to me in stupid ways I can't, let 'em down yo I can't let em down ah But none of my horoscopes come true And every cookie fortune tellin' me what to do Define happiness is not what I woulda done Never would I face it usually I would just run Use a paper bag to hold all my sunshine in it I just kick it with my friends and feel stupendous But this is just how it is and this is how I live Guess I can't go back guess I can't go back Dreads don't grow back if I cut 'em off with scissorhands And that's how I feel when that is my grand master plan But just to know that you know that I know that we'll be fine and everything will be alright
[Outro] What, what I wrote a lot of fuckin' lyrics to this song, but I don't (???)
Oh come on, Charlie Brown No I'll hold it steady No Please You just want me to come running up to kick that ball, so you can pull it away and see me lie flat on my back and kill myself This time you can trust me See? Here's a signed document, testifying that I promise not to pull it away It is signed It's a signed document I guess if you have a signed document in your possession, you can’t go wrong This year I am really going to kick that football Peculiar thing about this document, it was never notarized