i buried my brain in el segundo

I always hung out in the corner

No one ever came ask me what I do

They always pass by in a coma

And wouldn’t really take care of that fool

Sometimes the streets get so deep that they bury

all your problems and notions down under your feet

Who knows who’s the creator of all the mess

And who’s the chef of all the rest

Come on kill me with your fucked up fears

But play it cool like your favotire peer

I be waiting in a bubble on your shoulder eatin’ myths

And constantly dropping out theories

I say doctor I’m so deeper down

And so close to get loose

I buried my brain in El Segundo

I think I buried my brain in El Segundo

Always take care of you are when someone else

Claims to wear your shoes

Then you tumble back to your desk and

A robo plays the toy like it was the truth

I say brother I’m so logged out

and so close to get loose

But keep the tape running I communicate

With the code I’ll vanish into soon

So I be keeping my position on the streets

Always juggle forth and back wisdom and time

Keep your heart straight up your mind

And say Hi next time you pass by