Crossed words
In a canyon folded
The bar flies bite my dust
Drown at life water
Sunspots for fodder

Jump into pond scum oceans
I can't wait until I die
Walk a victory lap
Around the whale shit tombs

And the carousels still sting my corneas
In fact, the sight of spinning makes the world seem slower
If I only gave to charity more often
The city streets would have a spit shine that is glowing

Turned off the left brained rover
Take your shoes off inside
I'm a case of cold
When the bonfire sparks

Baseline when the frog juice boils
I paint smog in the sky
With a horse tail comb
A dope mattress alone

And the carousels still sting my corneas
In fact, the sight of spinning makes the world seem slower
If I only gave to charity more often
The city streets would have a spit shine that is glowing

Crossed words
In the canyon folded
The bar flies bite my dust
Drown at life water
Sunspots for fodder

Jump into pond scum oceans
I can't wait until I die
Walk a victory lap
Around the whale shit tombs

And the carousels sting my corneas
In fact, the sight of spinning makes the world seem slower
If I only gave to charity more often
The city streets would have a spit shine that is glowing

Copyright: Mute Song Limited, O/B/O DistroKid
Writer(s): Ryley Walker