Wandering in the corner Where you see me is the back end Of your head bang I dont know myself Dont think i own myself Wise everybody always gather round Gather round Gotta nice story for you all Its like this, ayo its like that I gotta hymn now youll never get the mic back And everybody round the corners of the city Am i dreaming i dunno If its a nightmare or a dream Ill find out when i get there Nothing ever happens here its all the same All the same i cant complain Im on a plain and nowin Yea... In the corners where i stand Down in the low, i rest my head Nobody sees me, wanna bet Down in the low, i rest my head Lookin out the window see a funny feeling Trippin off the ceiling Im, nothin nothings wrong Im Nothing, nothings wrong Im gone with the song like the bang of the gong Thinking i dont get along Everybody always get along Its always the same shit nothin ever happens here All i wanna do is drink some ever clear And dance, its a party i dont love myself I love myself but i dont love my soul Yo ass dont talk when you ask me questions Im in the back of my mind again Where everything is happening and I dont think i know you What you doing here? So everybody gather round Its her favorite song and it go along Nothing ever goes along Goes along, along, along Yea... In the corners where i stand Down in the low i rest my head Nobody sees me wanna bet Down in the low i rest my head In low, how low? Hello hello hello hello Yea... In the corners where i stand Down in the low i rest my head Nobody sees me, wanna bet Down in the low i rest my head Why why wha?
along, low, corner, rest, hello