Doesn’t mean shit in the grand scheme of things.

Tell you yeah I’m doing pretty well, but I know you can see me talking to myself

If you really want me gotta treat me right

She’s got an elegance I will always study

Set adrift on a vessel that I don’t know the name of, can’t introduce myself

Don’t you wanna sit in a different seat?

Blow it up big just to watch it get deflated

Oh, fuck!

I got a nice yellow cash bag over my back, and it should be filled up but I guess it’s flat, shit!

Having sex under the bleachers

scrape yourself off the hot los angeles ground

Surrender to the drift or keep flip flopping

Like a dog I’m at the table desperately I want you here

Now we skid past ya, guess it wasn’t wasn’t what it seemed

Disrupt my perfect order and it only took seven days

Cut it cut it short fucker, what you got to lose!

I got a double sided knife under my garelli

Coming back to you is the best thing in my life.

Drink all the booze and you’ll hear the boo’s

Yeah I got shot