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