Ready for them to come take me away
I‘m running barefoot across the 110 freeway
Black satin bomber on and forge-your-own-chains playing through the bars
The neon light, i sight superior grocers on Figueroa
Why we rolled one hundreds in my pocket?
I already lost it moments before i lost it
Moments before i lost it
Wading through my dreams they ask "What did you take?"
I think the doctor says I‘m the warden of the state
Thought I‘d get the keys to the city
They feed me narcotics laced with pity
I tried to travel through time
To slow down the record in my mind
But why won‘t they come take me away?
Why won‘t they come take me away?
Chained to my bed at UCLA
UCLA
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