[Chorus] Can you imagine... Dragons... Landin'.. In the grand canyon, & havin' , Spears & javelins, thrown casually at your abdomen , Like the same thing that happens, To fags & maggots , Who cross dress in fabrics, That no average, Straight man would, Be caught dead wearin', ..."callin' all Karens"... We got a possible African American, Drivin' around the suburbs, Blaring, In a McClaren, Havin' not a care in... This unfair , World ,inwhich one , Son'of a bitch best be aware when... They try'n hitchya with this Blair witch ven... -mo ,& or cash app again... Thats what's happenin', Here my dear, Watch the rear, As I steer this ship, In to the abyss, Hit the target on the second shot, After the 1st one, nearly missed, & I'd be severely pissed, If I lose count when, Dracula happened to, Surround me with my foundlings, Sing along to sounds we... Make as the vibrations spray from what our mouths sing... "God" please , Come & hit me with this dowsing rod, So u can drown the fog.. [Verse] The odds that we , Are at odds can be, as far as philosophy, Is concerned, awful deep , Something of a mystery to me , Our repeated history can even seem, we are like dogs, And nasty things, Happen when we are pulled out of our habitat, Imagine stacks, Of random cash , Imagine random , Dragons ,throwin' tantrums, Cruzin' like Savages, Up & down the avenue , Crashin' in to the back of you , And after two , Shots of Malibu, Then risin' up from the ashes... R-r-risin' up ,up ,up .. From the ashes... [Chorus] Can you imagine , Dragons, Landin'... In the grand canyon , In a black caravan with, A hundred grand worth of ammunition in hand spin, The cylinders, when in the wild west , Do as the John Dillingar, [2nd verse] Second verse, It gets worse, It gets no better than this.. When it comes to bein' clever as shit, Whether I get, The led out, Doesn't matter if your whole life you been fed doubt, All them nay-sayers is in the dragons layer , & to you ,they dead now, I'm not impressed how, The depression is suggested to be at the same time as these magnificent structures, Were saposedly constructed, But this symposiums not to be trusted , The time line we were given is suspect, & I suggest that, You do a little research, & we search, Through the analog data that need first, To be re-analyzed , Its not just random that these mammals lie, Down like dogs, Somethings rotten in Denmark & the lines do not .. [Bridge] All connect, I think its time ya'll collect, Your thoughts & connect the dots .. [Chorus] Can you imagine... Dragons... Landin'.. In the grand canyon, & havin' , javelins, thrown casually at your abdomen , Thats what's happenin', Here my dear, Watch the rear, As I steer this ship, In 2 the abyss, Hit the target on the second shot, After the 1st one, I nearly missed, & I'd be severely pissed, If I lose count when, Dracula happened to, Surround me with my foundlings, Sing along 2 the sound he, Simulated with his mouth... Peace out..

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