so chin-up buttercup ... this ain't never changing ... no need thinkin' you're just the mind, they've no use for that, ain't got the time ... never will catch them hands while you're out, runnin' yet ever still ... i'm late to the morning already in public , in lines ... only to arrive at sponsored events on avenues advertised as legit, kinda parked, a crooked parallel, whatever, she's thrilled ... shaking your head in agreeance, continue scanning the pamphlet as the subtle shake, froze you in the pleasure of guilt. cause you let their hand down your pants, whatever, get off on cheap sweet thrills ... you've got the looks and i got the kills