don't worry this feel is organic
Don't hang me my rice is grass fed
Don't hurt my gun is unloaded
I'm the winter in the race through the sun
The game of dreamer is a love work my son

The girl will give me dreams I can't shake I can't unload
I panic from the start.
My friend licks the palm of his hand then he smacks the back of my head
I learn a lot from this man, and it almost costs nothing.

The cow is dead but I swear it's organic.
She makes me think about the monster I use and you too
I've got a steady diet and it gives me headaches
If I had everything man I'd eat only plants

Colder warmer seasons tumble
I want Ranch dressing on this number
Do you feel me>?
Softer Warmer Darker Sharper Will you write down all you want?

All grown up and all grown out. I'm living in a pocket way down south by your house
I eat raw brains and I grow my own grains babey ain't a thang it's a bottle of sin