I follow the footsteps of trippy folks
Got mellow lit up for a fifty up in smoke
Slept till noon oh well everyones broke
Oh well feel the sea swell as we float
Say hello to the left, slippery and wet *****
Goodby to fellows on the right, rigid and broke
To get my fill get lifts for me till the spokes broke
Best grab the till to pay the bill best if you dont wanna choke

Talk about makin money when we cant afford eggs cracked and runny
Talkin money every sunday over it pray it come down to me
Saying Im gonna hit it big might go out and hit a lick
All this talk it make me sick kinda like classes and trig
Lost my glasses so my vision is murky molasses shapes move the fastest
All coming at us these years feel like the last of us the best years are past us