Proceed

Butt naked on my back, roach clip to the head/Canadian folk singer sittin in my bed/Just fucked for the last time, but we been chillin’/Brass string guitar pluckin’ out that Lucinda Williams/I hear the waves, I can see ‘em through the blinds/For the moment I’m frozen I can take on time/Took way too many L’s so I saved ‘em inside/And I’m feelin overwhelmed so just play me the vibe/Ceiling fans spinning, instrumentals in my temple/Raw cranberry juice with the wine glass shimmer/Salt water in her air, Cali beach swimming/Best head I’ve ever had in my life and I’m grinning/Grimace, for what, for who?/Smooth vocals to the Jackson cut bustin through/All wood paneled room looking like a sea captain/Catch feelings on the car fender quick release action/Police passin on the vista/Listen/Lady lookin at me at me like please pass the swisher/Ain't no weed in it/They never did it like we did it/Three swigs of this liquor you know how I’m keeping it/One hundred/Straight G with it with the pour over/Reading Non-Sequiter/While 96 finals getting torrented/Pouring the porridge with the over night oats/Rope tight grip here comes the opus that I wrote, go…

Hook (2x)

Now can I proceed

To tell you bout this life that I lead?

I said can I proceed

To tell you bout this life that I lead?