Tekster:
Frank Black I Love Your Brain

so urbane Oh I love your brain (I love your brain) Yes I love your brain (I love your brain) Oh I love your brain (I love your brain) I'm gonna

re so urbane Oh I love your brain (I love your brain) Yes I love your brain (I love your brain) Oh I love your brain (I love your brain) I'm gonna

Hey, what it is pimpin' Slim Thug and T.I.P. doing it B.I.G with B.I.G Ya'll understand what I'm sayin', hey PSC pimpin', ya'll already know what it is

is it me or my upbringin', I spit that thug shit Nigga, motherfuck singin', I hope you got your Timberlands On tight 'cause I ain't givin up I'd rather

hop out and bust doors I ain't goin' back to jail, nigga that's what I flush for My money or my glock, who do I trust more? I don't know, it's probably

plane my thought is my train the galaxy's the body sun is the heart and the black hole's the brain heard my verse, *ain't nothin the same*. I leave your

and barricades, make ya black and blue From the blast and the blaze, it's a bloodsport, bloods builds up back I make your vision go blurry while your brain goes black

I pray, I pray to the Lord every night I go to sleep It's not a fear, and if I should die before I awake But I pray, I pray to the Lord my soul be afraid

Yeah, I love these streets like I love the booth Mr. Cocaine Music, I'm 100 proof Got white on white on white, ice on ice on ice And when I'm in the