Rolling Loud

Last night in Soho, so sublime

Last night I'm sure I lost my mind

Fucked up with no direction home

Locked up, rounded up with nowhere to go

You could say I've been going ten toes

From counting up franks in the ocean grove

Fella fiddle leaves with some broken bones

To a crowd that's appeased from broken stone

Yeah, we been getting it in

When I ain't preoccupied busy wrestling gin

I ain't hiding for a minute we expecting to win

If you're wanting Armageddon we can let it begin

I'm blessed, looking fresh to death

Vibing with em like one of my people in a sesh

Writing bars in the stone that you etch

Ripping out what you been doing like an etch-a-sketch

I am everything call me Gaia

Like the phoenix reborn out the fire

Bracing for the fall or I break for the higher

Balancing it all like a bird on the wire

It's like the drunk leading the blind

Why do we do this every time

Last night in Soho, so sublime

These wasted days, wasted nights

Soon to be the greatest on earth

Came a long way, blows my mind like Kurt

I'm a pioneer just like Arthur Brown

Call me Dirk Cobain but with a darker sound

Cos the devil you know, or the devil you don't

Better pick one soon, but the lesser you know

Be the very undoing when everything's shown

When it all falls down, you got nowhere to go

Like, fuck knows what this song's about

So I roll up a deuce, get rolling loud

I ain't never need help tryna hold it down

Wavy for a minute but we rolling now

Yeah, someone tell me who's next

Eight, nine, give a fuck who's next

With a big old spliff and a few Beck's left

Running round town feeling like a new Hugh Hef

It's like the drunk leading the blind

Why do we do this every time

Last night in Soho, so sublime

These wasted days, wasted nights