Your Thoughts They Run

[gutawafang]

if your thoughts have legs, wouldn't they just run away?
you had them running only in your mind, now they try to escape
scurrying, giggling, singing in harmony like the oompa-loompas
with "one love" as the chorus and the other verse by the maroon-fives
dancing ballet, what they all say, always the same, it's simply you
talking and walking so similar, now they all swim with you
blah blah, the thoughts of wack, the thoughts of intellectual-ity
mixed with the zest of black pepper hotness of sexuality
you let them run, let them render in a few fucking minutes
it's so realistic, but you won't even try to fucking admit
it's the shoes, you fly in the air with it and play it
like an instrument, just say it, that's the way it's
blah blah, again it's just a verse for the sake of rhyming
you let the richter scale go maximum, the earthquake the timing
no matter how you let your thoughts run, it's gonna run the same way
that's how it is, you know, how they say, it's the damn gameplay