Tick Tock
Reachin' for the clock
Hip Hop
My mind don't stop
Hand Fan
Coming to a stand
Neat Feat
Wont get from my seat
Stong Long
My bodys so wrong
Teenie Tiny
He looks allmighty
Loud Proud
Voices in the clouds
Room Boom
To big to assume
Space race
Im not in this place
Head Bed
Full of lead
Stars Mars
Sitting in the sidecar
Grow Woe
Eyes a no show
Grip Grin
Hands so thin
Fine Line
Sanity's not mine
Girth Mirth
Coming back to earth
Hulky Hazy
I must be going crazy
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