Juice from the farmers market, dope from up the street

Non pasteurized drinking, smoking filthy, sipping clean

It's the scumbag boy crawling out the garbage sheet

Spastic mind, flip on that dime, I got problems you don't need

Exaggerated shoe soles, walking like a moon man

Haven't been to earth in some time you could assume hands

Full of new stones, 'bout to chisel out some tombs man

Worry-free, don't look to Bones with drama, I don't do that

I see them running off with the style that we made like 4 years ago

I'm glad you a fan and can finally feel so useful

Then they leave them starving, SESH give them whole spoons full

Airplane meth head like a child, runway ready for landing, oh