When i'm alive i always slide on the high tide.
The beach that tree those bright stars inside me.
Foamin is the ocean loike my beer can opened,
then up inside you find that in your mind is dry,
so you pack that bud so kind.
Chill out inside,
outside confused about mine.

I stream line glide jump out of my mind grab a little time, keep it as mine.
Take it where i go use it how i want to,
because when you stand strong it's easier to get along.
Can't fight the sound.

Party in the day stars in the sky.
Baked out and chillin hifed another lighter.
Hearin bout the radio shit it's disregarded,
can't reconcile the day to the right hour.
We're bringin our the tower,
now some time's gone by, and we've turned into heffers.
Can;t seem to get it in my brain it needs a little effort.
Scream out hell-lay-lay's,
laughin all the day.
Giggle sets in grinds my sight to reason.
Been here so long i can't make out the season.
It's all cuz that thermostat stays in the mid eighties.
Can't bring it down or my buzz'll start to drown.

Can't see where the day is headed,
hazy is my vision, such is our condition.
Fast life tracked bringin down the axe,
leavin out the flack.
Then i tap out to organise my brain.
So I dry a branch pack it in our bong.
Bring that thing to swing another king stayin alive in the penthouse is a deadly mission.