Earth Gotta Inhale
I don't want excuses
I want to hear your song
Under house arrest
At Sean Penn's mansion
Sorting through the ruses
Like a new Clouseau
Eagerly awaiting
Kato's advances
You have to handwrite it
If you miss more than five words
You're fired
You're smoke
Earth gotta inhale, bro
It's probably well past time
To clear the air
Earth gotta inhale, man
Will you just step out the way
For breathing to transpire
Going to Alt-lanta
But swamped in the best possible way
Normally we'd oversell the go-go dancers
Deliciousness is a symptom
Keep your digits entwined
Writer/s: Rectangle Creep
