Thrupenny Bits

In the isle of the Unification, yeah

[Chorus]
Ain't a problem that the love can't fix
Though I'm down to my thripney bits I must admit that
Less is more, more is less
In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh

This is how we knead dough, how we make bread
Word edible, many may eat what I said
Treat what I said like it's some deep shit
Straight from the abyss, [?] my French kiss
Smack my rooney, black butter moon is
Which past the moon the gunga peas cooked up
Hooked up with soul but no sound for clearance
Bastard, got no home and no parents

Just be just, just just about just me
That's why none of you here could ever trust me
Got the need to secure my future
Beautiful dudeness, salute my yutes for
Them type of scroll a heart reflection
[?] love vivisection
I dedicate this to all the peeps who keep the culture
You my sculpture!

Ain't a problem that the love can't fix
Though I'm down to my thripney bits I must admit that
Less is more, more is less
In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh
Ain't a problem that the love can't fix
Though I'm down to my thripney bits I must admit that
Less is more, more is less
In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh

Lived for more than a thousand days straight
Twisted, looking inside my self-hate
The more I study, the less I know
And my hippie mind tells me to go with the flow
So whatchasayin' brother brother
Whatchasayin' mother mother
Whatchasayin' sister sister
Love to love and oh daddy
We can't forget your part, in many cases
We may regret your part
And it's harsh, the life lesson that the schools don't teach
For whom the heart beats to reach out to love
Sacred feeling, [?] I keep the guts love
Brenda, she's pregnant? Yes mama
Triple blackness? Whoa, smells like death
Triple blackness? Whoa, smells like life
Close to paradise where the gods were near
Those that don't hear will definitely feel
Real deal, keeping it meal, keeping it glutton
Everything is everything, nothing ain't nothing

Ain't a problem that the love can't fix
Though I'm down to my thripney bits I must admit that
Less is more, more is less
In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh
Ain't a problem that the love can't fix
Though I'm down to my thripney bits I must admit that
Less is more, more is less
In the struggle, this might keep my mind fresh