You know we crave, Riding that wave,
Taking our time, Like it was ours to take,
Proud to bake, I love the sound it makes,
The only thing, Which allows escape,
On a lousy day, Teleported, Now we’re
Lounging by the bay, Surrounded by the rays,
Sucking down a jay, Buds chase the frown away,
When me or a bruz are drowning, Its OK,
We’re sipping toquay, And joking,
Coping with the heat, We’re smoking weed,
Watching the ice melt, In my ice-tea…
On the balcony, Is where we like to be,
Time will tell - But to high, Was the price,
In the first instance of the sale, So we’ve bailed..
We’re no longer reading e-mails, cos
The devil’s in the details…
When he hacks in, To our systems,
He finds there’s nothing too attractive, When he listens,
Its lacking, My minds no longer active,
Every time I’m not baked, Clowns make me want to smash shit,
Tragic, This habit, Smoke and practice, Being straight,
I’m gaining sway, Over my patience
Mary-Jane was granting favours..
The fates handed me the papers..
But I had to teach myself to make it, Trace the shape,
Now we’re making waves, straight out of the gates,
We embrace the weight, with a grace,
Despite, the combined might, of Father-Time, and his mates,
Jumping up and down, on our minds,
Out come the rhymes, sometimes,
I’m proud of mine, then when I sing ‘em out loud,
They’re only like 3 out of 9…
But a third is fine, To curb this time, Spit a million verses,
And the universe, Observes my pursed lips…
Like I’m stealing a purse, Or a snitch,
I’d be the prison bitch, So the Third Eye opens,
Like a prism switch, My vision shifts,
Its just, sometimes, The clutch, or the gears stick,
But I’ll steer through the mist…
Lazy today, but its hazy as shit,
Aiming our amazement, straight up from the pavement,
I’m lit, this gift is waning…
With the heat gaining strength, I can feel mine fading,
So high, faded, wait, I think its abating…