Lyrics Cultural Consumer III - Bodega

China trip in a zip, go!
Laguardia via Park Slope
He's getting dome on the highway
He saw the dome of the Barclays
That's what he calls real love
CBD, real love
With China Rider to Straw
Mixed with Peel Classical and LCD culture

Consume, consume, consume, culture
Consume, consume, consume

La-la la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la

He's got new pod for his workflow (ooh)
And you just might be his Yoko (ahh)
His zen retreat leaves from Taipei
He saw D Lama at Barclays
That's what he call real Love
Anthology real Love
And he's got news for you all
The cult consumer was Paul
The tank's empty

Culture
Consume, consume, consume
Culture
Consume, consume, consume
Culture
Consume, consume, consume
Culture
Consume, consume, consumes

He seems so wild and free
He seems a lot like you and me
He seems so wild and free
But he seems a lot like you and me

And he never once gazed upon
The chimes of freedom flashing
He never once gazed upon
The chimes of freedom
Billboard reads

Culture
Consume, consume, consume
Culture
Consume, consume, consume
Culture
Consume, consume, consume
Culture
Consume, consume, consume
Culture

Good inside me's all gone
When you take me to my Pantheon, take me to my Pantheon
The good inside me's all gone
When you take me to my Pantheon, take me to my Pantheon
Why would you want sunburn be there to be your life?
Even if that life was your own
It's a big code

If you know me, then, don't always trust what I want
What if I'm searching for something else?
What if I'm searching for something else?
What if I'm searching for something else?