remember what famous anus said to cloud bitch back in high shool jumpin the fence hop in the pool TJs and Quesedillas and Mrs. America and bikes and ciggie and uncle ray and sleepy all day and coffee not working and h ain't pregant and I got more work and I got great work and I work work great got and I don't care about looking dumb cause you don't even know
Autobiographical a-cappella song in which the spliff is your vehicle for opening up.
A song about how you really want to be able to appreciate all you have riht in front of you.
Reasons of why I sleep alone at night, basically my personality flaws and view of the world.
Another one about the dance between idealized, physical, metaphysical reality in cognition.
(We were dating, in my head) = The immortal feeling of mortality directed in this abstract love song with pokemon references.
Imagine you’re hung over hiking by yourself you throw up bile, find a grasshopper, and have a conversation with them.