Thrupenny Bits - Colossus

Ain’t a problem that the love can’t fix

Though I’m down to my thripney bits I must admit that

Less is more, more is less

In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh

This is how we knead dough, how we make bread

Word edible, many may eat what I said

Treat what I said like it’s some deep shit

Straight from the abyss, my French kiss

Smack my rooney, black butter moon is

Which past the moon the gunga peas cooked up

Hooked up with soul but no sound for clearance

Bastard, got no home and no parents

Just be just, just just about just me

That’s why none of you here could ever trust me

Got the need to secure my future

Beautiful dudeness, salute my yutes for

Them type of scroll a heart reflection

love vivisection

I dedicate this to all the peeps who keep the culture

You my sculpture!

Ain’t a problem that the love can’t fix

Though I’m down to my thripney bits I must admit that

Less is more, more is less

In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh

Ain’t a problem that the love can’t fix

Though I’m down to my thripney bits I must admit that

Less is more, more is less

In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh

Lived for more than a thousand days straight

Twisted, looking inside my self-hate

The more I study, the less I know

And my hippie mind tells me to go with the flow

So whatchasayin' brother brother

Whatchasayin' mother mother

Whatchasayin' sister sister

Love to love and oh daddy

We can’t forget your part, in many cases

We may regret your part

And it’s harsh, the life lesson that the schools don’t teach

For whom the heart beats to reach out to love

Sacred feeling, I keep the guts love

Brenda, she’s pregnant?

Yes mama

Triple blackness?

Whoa, smells like death

Triple blackness?

Whoa, smells like life

Close to paradise where the gods were near

Those that don’t hear will definitely feel

Real deal, keeping it meal, keeping it glutton

Everything is everything, nothing ain’t nothing

Ain’t a problem that the love can’t fix

Though I’m down to my thripney bits I must admit that

Less is more, more is less

In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh

Ain’t a problem that the love can’t fix

Though I’m down to my thripney bits I must admit that

Less is more, more is less

In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh