Wishing Well Lyrics

Yeah, I'm just trying to throw my wishes in the wishing well, man, I wish you well, man

I wish you would please try to sell, sell, sell your two cents to me so I can throw it

In, get my dreams in that dreamland, man, yeah

Throwing wishes in the fountain, mountains on my mountains, got the speakers shouting

Real loud and looking round and gasoline, a match, a couple cents, a pocket full of sounds

And every single dream, man

Throwing them wishes in the wishing well, man, I wish you well, but I wish you would

Just try to get out of that other place, man, floating up high, man, pink fluffy flow, that's

A fluffy, fluffy dough, got every color of the rainbow, cause it's a tame flow, not Tame

Impala though, I drive an Impala though, I'm a race car driver out on the streets, in the

Streets, I'm a menace in the beats, yeah, hey, menace in the beats, thinking of a better

World with peace and no Toledo, Ohio, yeah, and I'm dreaming like these platforms, shaking

My feets under my feet, got the water moving me up and down and all around and then I go

And I find something else to talk about and I'm dreaming in that dreamland

Throwing my wishes in the wishing well, man, I wish you well, man, I wish you would please

Try to sell, sell, sell your two cents to me so I can throw it in, get my dreams in

That dreamland, man, yeah

Throwing wishes in the fountain, mountains on my mountains, got the speakers shouting

Real loud and looking round and, gasoline, a match, a couple cents, a pocket full of sounds and every single dream Man

Man, I gotta dream that this verse is gonna be me, white

Version of Martin Luther King, my name's not Martin Luther, but I am a king, keep it dirty

Keep it actually really, really clean, cause I'm down to earth, man, like I'm in a hearse

Dead body, cause this is so cold, so cold, opposite of global warming, not a junior

But I am a king, yeah, that's warding against all these bad omens, man, and I'm going like

A somenn, if everyone's stupid then no one is, I'm going and I'm going like Symnus

Said Simness, think you meant Syndrome, cause I got a syndrome, cause I got a ringtone in

My head that's like ringtone, chicken bone, waking me up every morning, getting me up

Going, yeah

Throwing wishes in the wishing well, man, I wish you well, man, I wish you would

Sell, sell, sell, sell, sell your two cents to me, cause I gotta tell, tell, tell you

In my dreamland, man, yeah

Throwing wishes in the fountain, mountains on my mountains, got those speakers shouting

Real loud and looking rounded, gasoline to match a couple cents, a pocket full of sounds

And, man, we're about to head to town and, yeah, PC tour coming soon