We'll wait and see this century,
Your house is green, plants a flower an hour and we may never see eye to eye.
It sounds absurd, she's got these birds gently perched all around her apartment
And she sleeps with my head, but I just watch from the corner of the bed.
You've got new trouble, you let it show.
I'm not a genius, but how much is there to know before I go?
Where have you been this millenium?
Dad's tossing gin, can't relate to anyone, and for that, I apologize.
But believe me, it ain't no thing, we've all got genes running though our family,
She's well aware and tosses back much more than her hair.
You've got new trouble, you let it show.
I'm not a genius, but how much is there to know before I go?
To know before I go?
To know...
It's not about me anymore...
It's not about me anymore...
It's not about me anymore...
It's not about me anymore...
You keep it bottled up inside, you've got trouble you can't hide.
You could just wonder where you'll go, but how much is there to know before I go?
Before I go...