The main requirments to stay reclining
Hazy eyelids Vaporizing as im
Gazing in a grey horizon
Plug in the source got the force like Obiwan
Low corneas found utopia in my phobia
Play time like an accordion or a deloreon
Watching more clips than a witness to a loaded gun
Scooterin through an illuminated campus
Super faded on a lubricated axis
Got the munchies and im going on a mission
You can call me double-o-7-eleven
Disintegrated prisms form my elevated vision
Brains an Incubated prison with a syncopated rhythm
Star moons cartoon mama im amazed
Mad stoned that zone we all have a place
Dark room harpoon feelin kinda blazed
Wheres home headphones then
I find my cave

The spirit of milly vanilly in you n***as
I'm here feeling on top of my city
In some timbaland wheats
Rollin up phillies
Ya'll dont hear me - chill by the building
Til the sun is concealed in its fiction of filming
I find addictions in mixing familiar women missing me
I know they are listening
Get rudyard kipling to regard me wit infamy, here is the symphony
Of fire and wizardry
Inspired by weed in the jar wit jaded epiphanies
Let gladys knight sing to me and the milfs start jinglin - oh
Rings is blinging wit gold
Thought I was slingin the dope
Bad chicks sittin they smoke
They brought some trees in they tote
Rolled dollar bills for the blow
Give me room give me 8 feet
Give me room give me AC
Let me shroom on a safe street
Got a weed baked pastry
She got on michael kors and some dre beats
Aman she thick no st petes
No need to thank me...
Dark moon cartoons momma im amazed
Iphone dialtone feeling outta place
Stars moon harpoon feeling kinded blazed
Head home head phones then I find my cave

Once upon a time there was a boy named Rufus
On a never-ending endeavor to find out where truth is
Lived in a slanted building overlooking the waves
When life got hectic he would hide in his cave
Had a tendency to always over think his thoughts
Thinking bout thoughts where he thought about sinking
Thoughts, sprinkling, carried cards and a matchbox
Dad stopped caring and his mom said crack pot
You never match socks, or followed any societal norm
Had dreams of floating in the eye of the storm
Blamed himself for his parents not sleepin’ in the same room
So the cave was hideout, creepin’ by a tame moon
A lantern in hand, his backyard was grand
He constructed tables out of glass shards and sand
He wove a seaweed Hammock where he dreamed
A giant wave came and he panicked and he screamed
But he thought about the wave, its uncontrollable velocity
And then he empathized in its emotional ferocity
Turmoil is beautiful, burnt boys renewal
He stared at the tsunami in its turquoise pupils
Hide out, wide mouth, mama I’m amazed
Dark moon, monsoon, let it washaway
Damp skin, can’t swim, a colossal wave
No home, so alone, .when he found his cave