Drew Bludd - Marxist Lyrics

Call me seal at the club
Man with a pocket full of bud
Chillin in the booth with the spuds
Tryna wash away the world with the floods i cry
Clean slate for the world i aint gettin no love

Gotta get a full shove and a push to wake up
And a slap to the face with the balls no cup
With a couple of nuts and a water for the buzz
On a bus back home its all a fuzz

All i do is dream boy
So spaced out nimoy
Talk to me no joy
At the back of the party
Eating all your bok choy

No money round the wrists
Just another canvas for the slits
Keep that handy prescription
I dont wanna throw fists
Ima walk egyptian

Why you wanna start shit
Got a doobie in my hand that i just started sparkin
When it comes to ganja
I like to share and smoke it up like im a f*ckin marxist

Im a f*ckin marxist
When it comes to sharing up
Im a f*cking marxist
Smoking ganja like a f*cking marxist

Tokyoko ono get my smoke deep in morocco
Stayin hazy off the tahoe stashin herb inside the pothole
I live in lazy town im sitting on my lazy boy
You think your talking to me but thats really just my decoy

Send me an angel no not the one with the wings f*ck it
Give me a bat and we can see if he feels my swing
Spending change on jewelry to make me verde
Forgot to brush my teeth at least it compliments my hair day