John Frusciante Murmur
Lips are blue, baby blew the sky,
Baller right from my-y height.
I can't rest these eyes,
How long? Sleep tight, yeah.
Sha-la-la-la-la-na day cause they can hear my house,
(Non-chalant expletive.)(Pronounced "Mroy")
La-la-de cause they did anything ah-ha,
Feet is clay.