I'm looking for that acid fame
Rainy days are for the sorrowful and window panes
Styrofoam Cup
Make it Sway
Five fingers d**h make the pain go away
Sipping purple rain
Bruises on your brain color of lean well isn't that ironic
Chronic smoking pot a lot of it
Natural sedative
Doctors turn into dealers is that what it really is?
(Sam Boice verse)
Chilling in the hot sun
Couple brews by the pool relaxing
Turn the music up some
Sorry Ms. Jackson
Come and have a few and do what you do
We ain't mean to be rude we just a couple young youths
Doing what we supposed to do
I've been working everyday
I ain't on a break I'm just chilling in the shade
In between takes trying to make my music great
I only need a couple plays when the feelings in the brain
It's the vibe from the waves
And the sun is the day
There's no life without play
So let the sorrows for the dead and just bury them away
Cause today is your day
Your world to partake
What a beautiful way