[Verse 1: Croosh] Something fizzy in the distance/ Questioning d**h since my existence/ I can't understand the half though/ Existentialism is my last hope/ Getting high off of bath salts, never using bath soap/ The grungy, about to bungee breh/ Who jumped off the cliff and threw his life away/ Into the depths of freedom until the splat/ Everyone wants the same sense minus the last fact/ I contracted this disease of originality/ The foul bee, buzzing with a casual casualty/ I can't express where my life may have went/ I spent days bent and never paid the rent/ Harder and harder to stay content/ Easier to pitch a deuce than to pitch a tent/ All natural with the aqua scented down pour/ The sound call of a storm, it found fall/ (Hook) Maneuvered with new words spitting and dripping/ Never slipping, one with the gift and/ I stare at the clouds and watch the rain dance/ I wear the crown, celebrate and reign dance/ {Watch the rain dance, as I reign dance (x4)} [Verse 2: Croosh] Entered through the portal into a different realm/ Had a Nightmare that appeared On the Street of Elm/ Don't remember it mostly/ But what I do know is it was ghastly and ghostly/ Unholy was the dark, HARK, peace to the Lone Sharks/ Alone sparked, reinvented was the start/ Ignition within him, intent was emissions/ Lonesome swimming, someone tries to fish and/ He never was one out of water/ As the rain gathered deeper was his thoughts and farther/ Did he dig inside the bottom of the sands/ All the time his fins were used as his hands/ Stuck in a rhetorical answer of the ocean/ He became a notion to float in motion/ To be what he gathered along in the Psalms/ The song was a message he pa**ed and um.../ (Hook) Maneuvered with new words spitting and dripping/ Never slipping, one with the gift and/ I stare at the clouds and watch the rain dance/ I wear the crown, celebrate and reign dance/ {Watch the rain dance, as I reign dance (x4)}