Project: to Do

Lyrics

**Verse 1**
Oh how we get stuck; rigs, lighter, repeat.
Forever longing for the treats of the street.,
Bop Bop bonds us, it's what brings us close.
Losing sight of the visual, we hate the most.
Bicycles are also glass dicks, creating clouds in the sky.
That's how you'll know that all the bitches be gettin' fucked tonight.
**Verse 2**
The idea is to evade the final boss called Sleep.
Deprivation; consider it something achieved;
Puddles will be smoked so dumpsters can be dived in,
and can anyone tell me What's the opposite of a donation bin?
Apparently "ours" is what we would call them then,
Unless it's all just fucking kid clothes all over again.
**Chorus**
Getting high to endure the lows we have to go through,
Would someone please give us a project to do!?
Inahling or injecting, the desired outcome is still the same.
We just love us some Bop Bop, such an insane game...