Lyrics

[Verse 1] All my life, I felt wrong So it's my right to have it gone I woke up late the day I died It's my right, a thousand pounds of light [Hook] Unrehearsed, undefined I've got the microphone But nothin' comes to mind [Verse 2] Came across an old photograph But all it did was crush me There is no great plan, enjoy knowing that The world is flat Some won't mind [Hook] Unrehearsed, undefined I've got the microphone But nothin' comes to mind Nothin' comes to mind, yeah [Bridge] It's my right to be misbegotten I fuck it up; but you have forgotten now And I don't know how All the years, they blend together In L.A., there is no weather So maybe, maybe that's why [Outro] Baby, that's why Baby, that's why Baby, that's why Baby, that's why