Don’t think they no longer do

It was a crazy day, I must admit it was a rude awake

Broken glass

Find the piece that looks like you

From the crystal ball, and the cattle graze along the wall

You cannot run, for if you slip

And cause an error glitch and bump

Well it’s good-bye moon, it’s good-bye sun.

So take a number and just stop talking

‘Less you’re asking-
Where am I s’pose to stand

Please wait I’m trying to count my strands of hair

So I can be a step ahead, you feel me

If you can jump and then luckily land

Avoid the open hand and run

Or it’s good-bye moon, it’s good-bye sun.

So take a number and just start walking

And then ask them-
Where am I s’pose to stand