Sugar Plum Matehs

Ya

Yo yo yo

Spliffin them trees
Nicotine and green tea
I'm a junkie for food when I got the munchies
Sittin' back watching the patterns on the leaves
Flowing all around me
Floatin' with the breeze

Spiritually I'm free
Awake but in a dream
Is this reality?
Ya, my heart is Usain Bolt yo I'm fuckin sketchin'
When I'm assassinating the beat like JFK meets John Lennon

So bop your head in a groove
Light a doob and you should be in heaven
And lose the tension in your eyelids
In the pursuit of happiness
Even emos wouldn't slit their wrists to this guy

As I sing some melodies
I watch the sun set on the beach
On the beaches

As I sing some melodies
I watch the sun set on the
Beaches

Fuck the alliteration of algebraic alphabetical physics
Is adding the equation of parabolic rhymes with beats and lyrics
Now, mystical vicious and optimistic
Gripping like tactic a teenage boy would
Grip his hard penis
Creamers man

Yes I smoke some weed and I pop some E
As I sing my ABCDFGs flying kites on LSD
Becoming each other on mushies
It must be
It motherfuckin must be
The time the most most

Wickedest lyricist splitters of the morsel for rising the syllabus
With wizardous synonyms
Metaphorically eatin' em
And feedin' em some synonym
Well as I sing some melodies
Painting the sky pink and orange over the seven seas

As I sing some melodies
I watch the sun set on the
Beaches

As I sing some melodies
I watch the sun set on the
On the beaches
Ohh