I'm so gentle, gentle and cute
Don't want to hurt ya but I got the noose
The painting is running, Picasso is dead
Your Pollack is dry now while expression turns red

Let me go

Lords of Expression comin' after you
We're workin' chill pill, it's just what we do
Got no time for jerkin', I got no time to chat
Pay ya back in full when I'm breakin' the bank

Comin' to ya hard like you know I would
Challenging the mind I think we're understood
Psychedelic music for the New York Age
This time brother, hear what I got to say

Let me go