| 'Round the valleys we roll
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| TV blasting out the static
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| Making peace with my soul
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| Calabash was way too far
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| So I skate smoking a bone
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| The hazy sun blessed me with wind
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| And now the ocean’s my home
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| Lately all I do is drift
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| Collect the bag and phone home
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| Hit my pops up, know he’s sad
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| 'Cause life always takes its toll
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| But I’m certain all the pieces
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| That I need will still fall
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| From the sky and I smile
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| Been a while since we talked
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| Flushed my xannies down the sink
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| About like four months ago
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| I’m so grateful waking up
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| Time’s ticking over my dome
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| Never know where I’ll end up
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| Keep my pockets lined with gold
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| No one’s ever told me wrong
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| I blame myself for the most
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| Got a shot up on my ass
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| 'Cause she stayed sleeping around
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| Now my wallet doesn’t fold
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| Shoes dirty, working till close
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| Flushed my xannies down the sink
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| About like four months ago
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| I’m so grateful waking up
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| Time’s ticking over my dome |