No float state not so far near the basin

I saw lots of dead man but there’s no graves If someone’s looking for

He might be overdose

Pursuing is a kind of shame in this condition People epilepsy with smiling by half step Don’t say you can flit off

You can’t just pass though

So I’ve been trippin’ all the way Memorizing trooping all the sake But things do happen

Why I can’t just stop selling shit

Be a stoopie doobie just like you say There’s dead on the floor