Bob Dylan

The rules of physics are suspended Out here it's looking like survival of the fittest They're tossing bodies We're burning bridges Stomping through poppies They're making all our millions We walking these streets Like Bob Dylan Ain't seen my mom in 'bout a million I bet she thinks I'm losing my religion My booty can't shake When I got no algorithm Bob Dylan Bob Dylan Losing my religion My booty can't shake When I got no algorithm You don't have to change the foundation To get to where you're navigating The push and shove tried to break me Psychological and crazy I don't want your second chance No, it's just a rose colored scam I'm crashing through your front yard On a segway with my art And all I wanted was some friends Never thought this shit would end I got splinters from this bench Did you think I would forget Just how you left me for dead We walking these streets Like Bob Dylan Ain't seen my mom in 'bout a million I bet she thinks I'm losing my religion My booty can't shake When I got no algorithm Like Bob Dylan Like Bob Dylan Losing my religion My booty can't shake When I got no algorithm