It Ain’t Us

We separate in the center of the city
Trying to get some chili fries late from the flaming guys on demaisy alize stains on my leg smell like five alive
Three and goony first crystal boys after drinking
Goldeneye matches
Goldenboy flash cat and mouse stratagem
And trying to get most professional
Cuz bro, im a pro
Sitting in our chairs low, super focused
Sharing little tidbits we noticed
Like chilling in the whip and keeping dry on a gray day
Blazes in the fly faded vintage che faces
Customized tie dyes lurking in the cave like bright eyes
Slurping on the rare key lime shake
Prepared for the rain under evergreen
But it keeps falling on my head like a memory
Tapes from ninety five play breaking up weed
On backside of vida on the back page of
Seventeen magazine

It ain't us
The ones you want
The ones you want are on the comp playing world of war craft
Nonstop
The ones you want are at the docs office getting diagnosed for
Softness
Bitch we're not the ones you want
They're at the salon getting their fingernails polished
And talking like fops and soccer moms
They ain't legit
They're at the gym giving each other spots and giving each other jobs

Our mornings are spent like rent you need to pay for
And it feels like nothing we can afford is enough to sleep properly
Warm suddenly without warning these alarms on snooze
I never snore like you don't
Explete roaring and roll
Stack cereal bowls
Then remind myself to see miracles here mearly breathe
Circles on the dirty hours
Verses under water in the shower whence we emerge
Low flow low powered Spence's
Cold toes wet, eager
You should see the shrik techniques developed since
Teach tried to get me to work, please
Pen figures red and worn well plus from L's torn
Knockin on the cellar door
Four score and seven more
Centuries of war, oh well
Probably never let my seeds live, cause the world is similar to hell
My skin feels clammy
We need to make a trip down to miami wearing smiles made of sugar quite nappy