Yeah, You don't...nTokyo! Tokyo!nThis jam is called...You don't understandnnYonI do my shit in keyboard heaven, the name of my spy nI got the analog stacked up, my aim is defiedngood morning, Japan. Yeah, Ya boy got it lockednlike the bathroom when you in it nor your car when it's parkednI'm a dark horse on some George Harrison shitnmore releases than some mind ndon't care if they hit the top shittynI mean the top forty, I'm here to pop shortysnit's just me an' my dick, we rock for theenso just continue to appreciate the mammalnwell, I bang it on the many moon ngon' ignore? LeavenYou need more, in fact the more that you neednthe more I can supply it like weednn[hook 4x]nYOU DON'T UNDERSTAND MY WAYS, INDEED (it's cool, it's good) nnTo keep you up to speed I've been freed up & feeninnleanin', teamin', dreamin', gleamingnthe fuck I need a chain for? I already shinenanytime, any kind of sound leak, you're my neednI'm gold fingers on the knob you slobnI'm a glutton for the buttons for your ipod, nut jobnsluts on the cobb, never sleep on the jobnkeep a lid off the jar, get off the jocknwhat a loss if I were stuck up in an office jobnI'm taking melatonin just to sleepn'cause really it's that deep, I'm that nap deprivednrap engineer with a nasty drivenn[hook]nYOU DON'T UNDERSTAND MY WAYS, INDEED (it's cool, it's good)nn