Brainard

Lyrics

I’ve got the scent of a reluctant masseuse

Tattooed on me

I’ve got the scent of a foreign lady 

Helping me release my seed

And she says she like the way I sing


What is the ratio 
to THC?

Will this make me paranoid?

How will it react to speed?

That coked up business guy

Just sneezed in his hand

But at least he’s eager to

Try and help me understand

What are you selling?
What story are you telling?
Why are you yelling?

Is a real estate license all I really need?

I wish I was smart enough to get me a PHD

I’m going to pimp out salvation

For 50 bucks a pop

All I gotta do is call my dad for some money to start me off



I think there’s something in the air darling

I think there’s something in the air

I think there’s something in the air cause I can’t feel you anymore



Manic depression 

Sure can be fun

Forget what I just said

I hate you
and this is dumb

I called my X girlfriend

To tell her she was right

She was busy on a sex-pedition with a white horse and a knight

A private dancer

Yeah that’s what I need

She’s giving me life advice about behaving more impulsively 

Thank You, Magenta

I never thought of that

Clever words of wisdom from the girl that’s also probably good at math

Confucius must have been her dad


I think there’s something in the air darling

I think there’s something in the air

I think there’s something in the air cause I can’t do this anymore

The bones of my God

Have done been picked clean

Thats why the next one I make

Is gonna have to be a machine

The will of my God 

Thou Shall Invest

I wanna say something so friggin’ deep that even Dylan is impressed

All the girls want 
Just to have fun
Its not complicated man 

You need to get some son



My entire life
Is one big re-run

So please don’t stop me if 

You’ve already heard this one

I’ve got the scent of a reluctant masseuses tattooed on me

I’ve got the scent of foreign lady 
Helping me release my seed

I call my fragrance the American dream