When people ask me who lives in a pineapple under the sea, I tell them I don't know. That I don't for sure know. Then come the hints. Absorbous and porous. A boy. They even tell me his name.
But I don't for sure know
You fuck around some more I'm gonna call all my light-hitters and fake friends and they're gonna do nothing to you. For hours they will do nothing to you