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rare americans - wild imagination lyrics

kindergarten teacher told my mom, “your son’s slow”
lead balloon with patricia
ya mom told her where to go, yo
when i was a kid, i’d visualize dope
places in the world that i’m gonna go
what it would be like, i thought a lot about dough
so i peddled bikes to start makin’ some, you know
in junior high school, wrote a story ’bout a crime
a murder in new york, lived in winnipeg at the time

i let my mind take me on a ride
i don’t hold on, i don’t drive
i just ride
you got a wild imagination
got a wild imagination
got a wild, wild, wild imagination

what is, is
what ain’t, ain’t
and so what?
and so what?

long before i dropped out of college
had a full on addiction to knowledge
heard nirvana, tried marijuana
i said yеs when someone said, “you wanna?”
enjoyеd both very much, with one i stay in touch
man, i like the feeling when my brain is in a rush
why’d i always talk back, attitude and sass
jackass wisecracks in every d+mn class
i flunked math, got kicked out of chemistry
only told me what a blemish this would be
i appear to have turned out fine
you just strengthened my spine

i let my mind take me on a ride
i don’t hold on, i don’t drive
i just ride
you got a wild imagination
got a wild imagination
got a wild, wild, wild imagination

i ask myself a question
one i’ve asked before
“what the h+ll are you waiting for?”

i let my mind take me on a ride
i don’t hold on, i don’t drive
i just ride

you got a wild imagination
got a wild imagination
got a wild, wild, wild imagination

- rare americans lyrics

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