Letras
Tea time
It was a party, a mad hatter masquerade
We donned the bullet train to please
My so-called cohorts, though they lavish me with praise
While hoping hearts will never seize
Well, I don't know why it's such a bore
I don't think you're funny anymore
Wild be the visions are writing on the wall
"At least, the hell," that's what you say
Whoa, they tried ya' apologetic with a smile
The fat man says "you gotta play to stay"
What's this world coming to? Something I don't even know
So, I don't think you're funny anymore
By the time will pass, we'll hold on
I don't think you're funny anymore
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tea time
Mm, mm, hm, baby now
I feel your body talkin'
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah
I don't think you're funny anymore
I don't think you're funny anymore
Anymore, anymore, anymore
THC groove, oh, THC groove