Rugged and bummy plus my demeanor is solely me
the holy steez that i'm holding are said to be supposedly
of legend yet dimentia is relentless when a
sentence comes to mind and I'm forgettin' why
I f*** in' made a mess. So I'm led to guess that I'm just dirty
as desert dwellers must be thirsty, my need for filth is surging
I forget the sweet scent of cleanliness but sh** ,
my reasons 'bout as simple as simple simon get.
Slimy and half lidded, headphones are black ridden
Rap in my lap while I fail to relax, spittin
saliva into a notebook and shut it tight
open it the next night to find what LSD is like.
