MyYert

[Intro: Zeroh]
One of the more difficult things about making music has to be (has to be)
The recording without, slobbering all over the microphone (real shit)
Like I swear, like I have overactive salivary glands
I now understand what it means to smoke weed and get dry mouth before recording

[Verse: Zeroh]
Evaporated H2O
Condense, cover myself
Source of energy, most beautiful gloom
We kicking the flowers, smelling the stones
Contemplating my doom
Walking in circles, blowing, I stare at the moon
Trying to howl but end up screaming in tune
That could have been that prince binge
Blow them 47 balloons
Boy I be (?) if I'm inhaling in fumes
And aluminum, spark the bong, load the DMT
Riddled with shrooms
I might whine, I just wanna sound cool
With white wine in a mason jar
I'll be at the barbeque lounge in the pool
Talking to girls, breaking unwritten rules
I've been a fool, cause I'm losing my friends
Although I'm not a stranger to the blues
But that's the way the cookie crumbles
When you numbing on the come up
Be catching all they fumbles
A humble genius, like a dumb fuck
I drum while on a high vibe
Get buzzed out of dumb luck
A home behind my eyes, a fine mind
It's plum puckered up
From tipping on that fine line
Wrong between yum and yuck
Fear love, down up
Right left
Came back an amateur alchemist
Transmuting fitteds into strange hats
Laughing at myself in the mirror like a deranged cat
Spitting Cheshire fire with Alice drifting in the Maybach
Through wonderland
Vegas bound she three deep into that tecate box
Rocking my teapot, I yell about my taste
Steaming, it's hot, it's leaking on my- see them screaming
STOP!
Bitch you crazy this is not a fucking game, it's my life
So please drive with discretion
Or I'm driving this knife
So far between your eyes your dreams spill up on my dashboard
Like I was trying not to get out of rape, but you was asking for it
I'm just playing, yeah I feel sorry
I'm not nearly as 51-50 shifty shady or as off kilter as I seem
I'm just, living my dream
It can get a little nightmarish
Prone to apathy my exterior, I don't care-ish
There doesn't mean I hate you
Because I'm just as lost as you are
In this common concrete human zoo star
Sometimes worry that the mind perish
Cause we're, oh so, vulnerable
Especially all you stoners who know
Our ultimate goal, on this orbiting globe
So hold onto your hopes and stories
Where the ropes attached?
My backbone and bloodline is stepping up to bat
Watch me scat to first base
Rap to second, flying
The black bird might land on third
Homing you niggas on my own
Moving like Bernie, jerking, Dougie, get it in doing the worm
I'm home
I just wanna go home

(Outro)
Wipe your feet on the plush alligator as you exit my yert
Watch your step