When you were little she sold you out
Out be the ounce the drugs and alcohol was free
Or maybe it was your imagination
Friend of the family but now the foe
She gets inside your mind with everything you smoke
Thats why your conspiracy comes from some words she spoke
The rain is controlled by misty
Whos one but feels like three
She always has to be behind every little problem I face
Id drive to Ireland but theres a lake between the land
She hired private eyes to follow me
Maybe Ill go to Paris and France
And meet the Pope and someone to be with for life
A place far away where she could never find us here
Everything bad is a "misty"
Shes hiding in that tree
Im swimming at the beach and shes got submarines and high technology
She runs my life and in my dreams at night
And everywhere I go Im always six degress, from misty
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