i'm walking talkin like a beast made of grace intimidating not intimated got a lotta buncha munchies got a mother and i drink with the fishes at night i got a creekside wine guy who tells me he knows and i rot but if i mind the time...
not feelin crazy the calendar's raising up a question of mortality and drunken centuries i got a lotta pizza away waiting. he says i gotta go take my girlie to the show i took the hit that i was beating and the second i was pretty i gotta lotta pop i got a creekside wine guy and i'm beat and i rhyme