We separate in the center of the city Trying to get some chili fries late from the flaming guys on demaisy alize stains on my leg smell like five alive Three and goony first crystal boys after drinking Goldeneye matches Goldenboy flash cat and mouse stratagem And trying to get most professional Cuz bro, im a pro Sitting in our chairs low, super focused Sharing little tidbits we noticed Like chilling in the whip and keeping dry on a gray day Blazes in the fly faded vintage che faces Customized tie dyes lurking in the cave like bright eyes Slurping on the rare key lime shake Prepared for the rain under evergreen But it keeps falling on my head like a memory Tapes from ninety five play breaking up weed On backside of vida on the back page of Seventeen magazine It ain't us The ones you want The ones you want are on the comp playing world of war craft Nonstop The ones you want are at the docs office getting diagnosed for Softness b**h we're not the ones you want They're at the salon getting their fingernails polished And talking like fops and soccer moms They ain't legit They're at the gym giving each other spots and giving each other jobs Our mornings are spent like rent you need to pay for And it feels like nothing we can afford is enough to sleep properly Warm suddenly without warning these alarms on snooze I never snore like you don't Explete roaring and roll Stack cereal bowls Then remind myself to see miracles here mearly breathe Circles on the dirty hours Verses under water in the shower whence we emerge Low flow low powered Spence's Cold toes wet, eager You should see the shrik techniques developed since Teach tried to get me to work, please Pen figures red and worn well plus from L's torn Knockin on the cellar door Four score and seven more Centuries of war, oh well Probably never let my seeds live, cause the world is similar to hell My skin feels clammy We need to make a trip down to miami wearing smiles made of sugar quite nappy