.. Now lace that Kush with the vicodin
Zonin’—Its just me and the microphone
Set I ablaze ‘midst the haze in this firestorm
Surrounded by looseleaf and giant tomes
Mindstate troubled; my State’s in trouble
I aint concerned though, I jus let words flow
As I, channel this Nile like stream in my journal,
.. Douse the flames of personal infernos
And I know, even if I leave em on a high note
[They still hate] Its OK, even God has rivals
But I vow that I wont, stop like the sign though
Timeless as Van Gogh, New Age like iPhone
.. And I see ew like Thai food,
And if we were together we’d be better times x2
Or times ten, you could be my silver lining
.. My own little Rilo Kiley ..
Right beside me, you could ride in my jeep
Theres fish in the sea but Im lookin for a pisces
What? You too shy to say hi to me?
Im thinkin bout her too as she writes it in her diary ..
