Quantum Leaper of Los Angeles County

Are you that quantum leaper of Los Angeles County?
I used to be
I used to be
Are you that time traveler from Los Angeles County?
I used to be
I think I was
Miniature big
Who is that Confederate kid with the slow thoughts, slow hand
Stranger to the no means no land
First to call security on itself
Neo-nine lives
Dogs barking from out of its eyes
Me, I need a price check on shut the fuck up
To give shut the fuck down
I'm gonna stop wearing sunglasses at night
To feel the fucking light of all shades
Are you that time traveler of Los Angeles County?
The one that had that baby that was fluent in Spanish?
I used to be, I used to be
Converse with this utensil that is loitering next to me
Will you cut your hair for the job?
Yes Mother, yes
Will you cut your hair for the job?
Yes Mother, yes
No vision
King, can we trust these childlike mannerisms?
No vision
All-time high cult status with much success and brain damage
Hold that thought, hold that thought
And wake up to its face
Hold that thought, hold that thought
And never wake up
Obscured by an abundance of distorted guitars
Yankee kid pondered in the pyramids
Slow spending
Slow brat
No stranger to the never, never, never landed
Your gods will let you see you when you're goner
Your gods will let you see you when you're goner
I need a paycheck from shut the fuck up
To give to shut the fuck up
I need a paycheck from shut the fuck up
To give to shut the fuck up
Neo-Confederate learning how to walk
Is he gonna cut his hair for the job?
No vision
King, can we trust these childlike mannerisms?
No vision
All-time high cult status with much success and brain damage