10 toes to the ground
looking up at the ladder
and so down at my friends
dipping thoughts within this bawl
within this depression
this is the rush through my veins!
it's the adrenaline
it's the height i need!
this the cut through my hair!
they inch themselves, i long for myself!
my time'll be the slowest
but i'll do better!
i'll be better!
feet imprints

Wake up, pop the do-rag
Run a bubble bath, wipe the crack
Rock bottom bound
Strict and slang from dusk till dawn

Twist and turn, sit and burn
We don't learn
But this fella will
Get money and Uma Thurman

And don't try back the boss up
But for now she makes the vein blossom
Don't even misinterpret, I am clean
I never trip, other people do

Still and silent from dawn till dusk
I recognize and you nod
Flip the rubix, binging Kubrick
Pray I can make it better for them

i miss you, i
miss you so much
in fact, i
buy the daily newspaper
with the horoscopes in it
just to read about
how you are doing

WE OUT HIP DEEP IN THESE WAVES 
A LIFE CREATOR IN THESE WAVES 
PUTTING HER HAIR UP IN A PONYTAIL
SHE’S MY OWN SURFER GAL
YES!
HER NECKLACE’S MADE OF SHARK TEETH 
AN ANCHOR ON HER LEFT THIGH 
HER BLUSHING WHISPER’S IN THE SEASHELLS
PUT BALANCE IN THE POSITIONS
YEA
SHE’S OUT ON TOP OF MY SURFBOARD IN THESE WAVES 
SKRRRT 
A TSUNAMI FORMING IN THESE WAVES 
PEOPLE RUSHIN' TO THE LAND 
SHE GON' BE A WASH UP ON THE SAND 
SMALL BABY TURTLES FROM THEIR SMALL HOLE
COMING FOR HER RESCUE
COASTS ALL GLO'D UP
OATMEAL COLORED CONSTELLATIONS
SHE WALKED UP TO ME WITH A BLANK JELLYFISH 
HAND IN HAND, GIVE N TAKE
BACK N FORTH, MY LIL MERMAID
COUPLE OF SEAPORTS IN HER HAIR 
2 STARFISHES COVERING HER ******* 
SEAWEED HANGING AROUND HER HIPS
FROM QUAYSIDES WIT THEM WHARFS 
TO A LITTLE HUMAN BODY 
LAID IN THE SAND 
JUST  THEM 
DRIFTIN
TIDES

I gotta, gotta new me…

****, so you really let this dude let me get high roaded
And you didnt mind looking in the rearview
The sound of that car sound so uncanny
Because it shoulda been us… but as long as your new vigilante
Will keep tribal dancing 'round your fire
And will keep making your blood rush
The band-aid will eventually fall off
It's all just a withdrawal!

Blrr, blrr, beep

Hey, man, wassup, how you doing?
Havent heard from you in a minute, bro
I know you've been cut
And how you been feeling like a storm drain just above water
But you know these hoes be looking for their own homonym
Haha, you get what I mean?
Yea, bet you do, but hey, chin up, aight?
Dont loose your groove
You'll keep grinding your teeth
Gimmie a call, bud, and talk about what's underneath
Peace

even when you are
on your way
on the right tracks
you will still get run down
if you simply just stand there