Walked around the simple sputter of the sickle sound
Up at music go round, where I can be found

Kick-flipping Downtown Stockton
Home of the glocks and shots poppin'
Obnoxious, ain't no way to stop it

Ah shit, here we go again
Listen to rhythm of the split dividends
Tip the Lipton tryna dip cheerio my friend
Man we're home again

As we stroll on in jazz steps one, two
Goin' with the wind in the winter's end
Got a cold shoulder eat a Snickers friend
Random with my written pen
Like an iPod on shuffle back in 2010

Then it lands on simple plan
When I was looking for zen
Listening to emo rock, lost around 2006
Been a long time but music is the constant
Win or lose, still shine, winter time still fine

These chill times mix hill climbs
And grill time make real lines
Still feel fine grape peel wine
No hops-in still ill mind
These chill times mix hill climbs
And grill time make real lines
Still feel fine grape peel wine
No hops-in still ill mind

Alone, I have these thoughts all night
And no control
So please, have mercy on me
Mercy on me

I'm on that 2023 dropping beats
Talking shit human centipede
Just so you'll remember me
All this pride, watch me
I bomb beats Nagasaki
Hard as steel atoms then dip out eatin' Wasabi
On a Kawasaki, Parker next to the curb and dodge the paparazzi
Got pop like Pappalardo, my steez is never sloppy
Can never stop me when it's third gear
Mobbin' Mojave, hot as Ohtani
Swingin' like Ducatis
Or palm trees, in the middle of palm springs
Melt the cheese on salami
You got something to eat up in there?
We stay hungry, we stay hungry, we stay hungry

Seeking the drum, pump the pattern it's okay
From teething a tempo and playing it both ways
On hand and on foot first then fell back to crawlin'
To fantasize about the cymbals I'm all in
Rat-at-at, kill the grip with the stick height
Man it's mad, it was 6th grade insight
Drum set, double bass, click track copy paste
Fish that sample deep down in a hollow lake
Kick snare copy that, grew up on some hobby rap
Calvin Hobbes all of that, cauterize the cataracts
And laugh back at the ash as it rise up
See the problems dissipate up inside of us
We can have that energy if we just try
Why'd I switch to we? Because I'm tired of I
I'm sick of fight or flight, the systems bound to die
The limbic wishin' for a drum set or mountain high
The climb is beautiful, if you just let it be
I'm still working on it, elevate eventually