Optical Illusion
Late at night, while resting sticky eyed, sirens cyberf**k me
And it's been this way since hell froze over in 1813
One could, stood for colored vists, discovered California gold
In the mouths of horny non-gangster rappers from Vallejo
What a funny f**king feeling to be sucked into you whole
As the sun is screamin mercy while children step on it's toes
What a dirty f**king feeling when our naked skin collides
In the middle of the day as your father is gardening
I'm afraid it's an optical illusion
That you look so innocent tonight