I'm about to blastoff
With caps
And deep thoughts
You know
Everyday i flaunt
And my gucci
Hold the bong
I do what i want
So just enjoy the kush
Listening mixing
Never ending
Open minded poetry
Quit reminiscing
Seek the universal
Vision within
X the y's
So the z's
Could commence
Seeing double
Making triple
The dimes and nickels
They catch me
Talking backwards like
Wunboifook
Is the opposite of naked and
Wunboifook
Is the opposite of hated and
Fookboiwun
He's the truth
In the booth
Making music for the gooks
And the kids who lay in bed
Dreaming about the feddi fed
It's in your head
The dreams and bread
You just need some bev
To unlock your head
Don't think ya dead
Don't wish the end
It's all ok
When you're
With a friend
Real or dead
Then realize
Through time and time again
It's kinda hard
Too make a friend
Cause all friends end
I don't feel connected
To the real world
Off to the side
Just feeling neutral
Money doesn't mean a thing
When their is no destination
Not patient for patience
The way to greatness
Is to make it
Make it yourself
And hate it
From morning to naked
Coming quick to my senses
Beat meat
Six minutes senseless
Restless revenge
Ready to hit it again
If you make it
With friends
Just remember
Friends end
All about the feddi fed
Super head
Breaking bread
Sipping green
Smoking weed
Pass the dutchie
To the left
Above all
Love too death
Live life based
Don't hold your breath
Gold souls
Brodie bros
Home girls
And homegrown
Throw a show
Bring the hoes
That's gon' support fook
Photo shoot for the art
Make a move up the chart
Music from the heart
Strike a nerve
With a curve
Think i'm absurd
Preposterous with the words
Think i got my feelings hurt
When i was stuck in bermuda
You know mind body and soul
Shaded by the controlled
Talked to lucy and showed
Me the exit too grow
In my own f*cking world
Find your exit
Freedom is a state of mind
Bermuda is the way of life
Escape it