It’s 7:30 and I’m off on the run
Out the house, headed South
A house party for some fun (Woo-Hoo!!)

Lookin' alright, I got a homemade shirt on
A real conversation starter
Wrote RAPIST. Bright ORANGE!

I’m walkin' up with a blunt and a 6-pack as my contribution
Only come with St. Arnold’s Amber
Brewed in my Home Town of Houston (H-Town!!)

There go my fellas on the porch
Equipped with Ports and Blacks
Loud cussing, yelling FUCK IT!
Sippin’ on Coke and Jack

I give the daps
Talk some smack
End it all with hugs
I go inside
Beer on Ice
Spark my Berry Blunt
I pass it right and kiss it bye
Ghost bursts out from my lungs
Meet up with Kas and Pop a Tab
Cranked to 11 SON!!
We getting hype all night
Tension no longer in sight
Warmth pulls me in and hugs
How can this not be right?
Release the stress
Sweat on flesh
Every Breeze a kiss
(You’re getting weird man)
It’s the E, it makes me lovey, bitch!

Peel myself off this couch
(It’s ADVENTURE TIME!)
Back of the house, to the bathroom
(YO CUT ME UP A LINE!!)
Up the snout, even out
(I’LL PAY IT BACK IN KIND!!!)
Here go some bars, free of charge
(YEAH YOU’RE A FRIEND OF MINE!!!)

Hearts racin’, impatient
Tweeked out from street medication
Hands shakin’, heads quakin’
A disaster walkin’, waitin’
Got the drip, bite my lip, look out the blinds
Make sure we’re all good and shit
Grind my teeth, feel the beat, knock back some drink
(CHUG IT BITCH! YOU BETTER NOT SIP!)
Soft Serve in the corner
Glowstick light shows for a couple hoes
Crazy Chris in the kitchen
5 bucks for that shit we call the WOAH!!
We bumpin' old shit, half of it we made way back awhile
But when we gather we’re still killin' it straight Voorhees Style!!

It’s pushin' 3 and ain’t no end to the festivities
Back to the bedroom quickly!
I HEAR THEY SMOKIN' WEED!
Open the door
What’s in store?
What do my eyes they see?
A sheet of acid
10 a pop thanks to Mike’s courtesy

On the tongue, kiss goodbye to the sun
Peel reality away, cast aside and just run
Drink the promises of Gaia from a waterfall of blood
(Mange you trippin', chill out man, what the fuck?!?!)

Make my way outside. Fresh air out in the neighborhood
Stumble stagger, it’s the swagger of a man up to no good
Lay on the grass, eyes of glass, view a diorama
I’m on so many substances I must have some brain trauma
KASPER:
Get your shit together, Mange
It’s time to go back in

MANGE:
But I can’t kick these things I’m sittin' here and witnessin'
A little girl who crawls on floors with bloody covered skin
It’s just The Shade playin' his tricks, A.K.A Richard Swift
Hello Sir!

Inside it’s 5 and this party it ain’t stoppin'!
Fog machine kickin' and that bass is still knockin'!
Red and blue strobe light, consciousness drops in!
Just long enough to keep you standin' and walkin'!

You're passed a bowl
(SAY FUCK IT LET’S DO IT!)
Your final goal
(IS TO GET STRAIGHT STUPID!)
You clear it all
(CUZ THAT’S HOW WE DO SHIT!)
We burn that dirty
(IN THE CITY OF HOUSTON!!!)

I hear the birds, I see the sun
Ow my vampire eyes!
Wishin' that it can’t end
But reality, well, it’s a rising tide
Time to go I guess?
But before I do, can we just do one more line?
You’re out you say? Oh well okay
Then yeah, I guess it’s time

On my way to the house feeling raw and rough
Question all the things I do
Why can’t I have enough?
Everything is just better with a little heightened touch
Later tonight again alright?
It’s just how I cope and such