I saw you at that Spose show
Man your so dope!
And those school tours
You're on fire, like a California forest
You got colors love your aura
Admired by the cafe choir
Your old friends were so young dying
Heroin addicted in a suicide silence
You that beatboxpoet, on instagram
I heard your sisters dead, you missed her funeral
You were on tour instead
Now your mom's got cancer, Your dads on oxygen
I don't know who you're boxing against
Hands turn purple beating the drum,
Beating thoughts in you head
Awfully led
Off of the ledge
I think I'm slightly psychic, sorta psychotic
Or psilocybin psychedelic, cant put your finger on it
I see see see things that don't exist yet
I Dream up future events, like premonitions
Cast lines out the galaxy, bub I'm star fishing
Can't touch my reality dog, wizard mystic
I control the weather
Make it blizzard in the tropics
I visit with the dead
I got a pet loch ness
Soul folks, Fleet foxes
Bigfoot couldn't step in these socks
I think i got a little bit off topic
I am not for everyone