[Verse 1]Getting my high from cyanideIt's about to kill meFar from home on the WestsideEverybody healingCover my case with the green lightA brief lobotomyIf it's wrong, then why do you make it feel right?Don't make sense to meI can't stop even if I really tryFeels so predeterminedCan't figure out why good people dieAnd **** is still alive[Chorus]I'm talking to youIn the clouds, in the stars with the angelsTalking to you(Made the world in a week, I need answers)I'm talking to youI'm talking to you[Verse 2]I don’t have it, but I'm excited you brought the quеstions with ya All the answers, I was guided to paint thе proper pictureProp up the easel (Yeah)Kindred the preview (Yeah)Now on my canvas a lionessHer litter, she loves 'em so tirelessGave 'em a word, no requirementLoveThe cost is often lost, she will love 'em allThe bright, the dull, the brawnPlagued with deadly flaws, blessed with will to loveShe won't puppet dolls ('Cause that's not love)Cries when cubs are thrawed, just might get involvedIf they match the loveTurn the stone to bread, wasn't on the planBut that's what she does, that's that loveForty years wasn't on the calendarBut there's a nightlight in the roomYour pleasure can't gauge what is not in herBe careful before you assumeWide is gate that we cubs tend to takeThen we look around wondering what's happeningBut there was a cub saying we should rotateTryna slow down my pace, so I shot the man(So I shot the man)(So I shot the man)(So I shot the man)[Interlude]Aw, manLook what you done did, look, look what you done did nowThat...that wasn't very evergreen of youYou're acting, you're acting quite a bit deciduous if I do say so myselfWhat are we gonna do with you, man?[Chorus]I'm talking to youIn the clouds, in the stars with the angelsTalking to youMade the world in a week, I need answersI'm talking to you[Outro]Forty years wasn't on the calendarBut there's a nightlight in the roomYour pleasure can't gauge what is not in herBe careful before you assume (Talking to you)Forty years wasn't on the calendarBut there's a nightlight in the roomYour pleasure can't gauge what is not in herBe careful before you assume
