Twin Theory

Caught in a quantum wash cycle

You and I are dancing to Latino fronts

Hot to cold; poor to rich

Sometimes your grass is greener while mine looks brittle and dry

Sometimes I'm filled with laughter while you are sad and cry

It's an El Niño/La Niña Magarita

Cheers my friend drink up; if you're doing well it means I'm fucked

But that's ok, cause it will come around to you again one day

See-saw makes my head sore

This was meant to remain a childhood game

But on a planet that spins an adult world, you and I are still stuck in the hillarious gravity of this round-a-bout

When you lose coin I gain dollar bills

When I am down and out, you're enjoying high-life thrills

"Bro!"

"Bro!"