At Your Mama’s House

All I do is press C directly. Red Sea, intercept and part from me. The heart as you can see needs to beat. Staying away from the frequency, the deep and beneath. Running away, nobody to press C, but there’s a gun in my face. If I wonder then aye, I just want to run away. Keep my eyes closed, feeling the breeze. Some things I don’t know and it’s killing me. But the one thing that I’m certain of hurts and stuff. So let me get high and escape it. Hi to the Matrix times that I'm facing

Ride the bass if you dare and have the time and of your life
Ride the bass if you dare. If you’re scared you’ll be alright, I promise

Because of such I just puff a Dutch and sip. Public does get, but I invent, with music at least. So when the public says they dug it, it must be enough. At least to kids. Two and at least, like a kid. A new Atlantis when I spit. It’s like Spanish. And I spit in my Spanish like them damn kids in a mosh pit. once again I’m just grooving. But I wasn't grooving when I was losing. And I lose then. And you're all going back there. What are you soothing?

Ride the bass if you dare and have the time and of your life
Ride the bass if you dare. If you’re scared you’ll be alright, I promise

I hope you're conscious enough to feel the hate in the realest way. At the same time, I can give you an OK. I'm bad as hell, but no way. I master with the bells. I do not play. And I may have taught you well but you ain't got nothing to say. So I'm just puffing away, stuck with a J. I love it some days but on other days it's fucking... And you read it yourself. I'm better than you, myself. All that I was looking for. Looking forward, no book no more

Ride the bass if you dare and have the time and of your life
Ride the bass if you dare. If you’re scared you’ll be alright, I promise