Under The Bodhi Lyrics

Endless hours, scentless flowers

Sentence flow, end his woes

Hopeless journey, love gets dirty

Bye, bye, bye little birdie

My brains on fire with the same quagmire

We sat by the fire and her sapphire eyes turned to satire

Tell me why do you admire?

I feel kinda like a flat tire, flat choir or a bad hire

Yeah, I'm really sad tired

Cryo-sleep but I don't shed a tear

When the high-lows peak know the end is near

I'm above and beyond

Play drums but can't kick the feeling

That it has been eons of dealing with bullshit

I'm gunna fix it with a bullet

Barrel to my cranium, probably 'bout to pull it

Little hard to cope with the drugs gone

Lately I've been scraping all my love songs

It's a blue world, all these questions loaded

Wish I blew up but I just imploded

I've just been sinking, I drown in my sorries

I've just been thinking are we a mess?

Or are we just blessed? Or partly possessed?

A starry eyed sinner whose drinking his stress

And I don't even know how its supposed to go

Can we dance around? Can you hold me down?

I'm under the Bodhi, its time to get going

Gotta play 'till the coda

Finally feeling well, Fargo but I ain't in North Dakota

I be bankin' on ya baby

Now I'm in withdrawal from the Oxycontin 80

My homeostasis stays on the suicide

If that's the question, is it do or die?

Nah, it's do and die, who I am?

Wonder why my feelings hurt

I'm real unsure of anything and everything

Ooo, find the keys to existence

Fire all my pistons but my pianos missing

I dunno why I'm so upset

I'm shaking all the sodas 'cause life is a prank

Go attack ya from the flank

Everything at steak

Yeah for heaven's sake I'm just praying for a break

Shh, Let me get my sleep

Should I count on you?

Or should I count my sheep?

Endless hours, scentless flowers

Sentence flow, end his woes

Hopeless journey, love gets dirty

Bye, bye, bye little birdie

I really like your face but your frequency hertz

Get a little taste of how to vis-à-vis works

Fireworks from the get go

My lovers got an attitude but how can I be mad at you?

On, on, on like ellipsis

Her lips be a little like a pixies

Round and round we go like a fixie

Can you fix my heart quickly?

Can you fix my heart quickly?

Man, my lovers got an attitude

I've just been sinking, I drown in my sorries

I've just been thinking are we a mess?

Or are we just blessed? Or partly possessed?

A starry eyed sinner whose drinking his stress

I'm under the Bodhi, its time to get going