Frolicked, locked in sockets that vision rocketing out your pockets, psychotic drops out of wallets that spotted all my profits, seemed to doubt it but self-esteem makes me mean and shout it, describe the scene where you dream about it then scream about it, teams scouted to battle nothing by pushing buttons, seeing something that's touching the ears, hear my fears, when days are clear, me and you dear contemplating, but never waiting, our seeds are awaiting, ****'s frustrating, suffocating, I exhale "THIS IS HELL", you know we're broke, but when you're choked you pay your bail, my skin is pale, you looking stale, our fails ran a train on us, I can taste the pain, the strain gave us plain chronics, rain sonic, blue bonnets bloom just to ease the doom, sunny days, I say pays when you please the moon, long or soon, you must assume that I stopped my profits, copped it and socked it, but do I drop it, withdrawals gives you stalled deposits, I FROLICKED OUT THE CLOSET.