All that poetry is mine I heard you like it through the grape vine Shut up shut up And I finally talked to God So I'm not afraid of murder now Soon My honeys gonna love me Soon My honeys gonna touch me This life is small And I got no intentions Soon Someday ill tell my daughter eliza Just try to make the same mistakes that I've done They're pretty fun But when the fun is over You'll get hungover That's why the moon is not a quarter It's probably a dime If you cut the seed in half And then you cut that in half Then you cut it in half And then you have that Its nothing That's the thing That we are made of I have black dots on my teeth If you cut them in half And you cut that in half Cut it in half and you have Nothing That's the thing That I'm made of I just want to be found if I die Cut that in half And if I cut it in half Then I have that Its nothing