Go girl its ya birthday
Open wide I know you’re thirsty
Say ahhh
Say ahhh
And we don’t buy no drinks at the bar
Pop champagne cause we got that dough
Let me hear you say ahhh
You want me say ahhh
the sky looked like a wave of grey sand
followed by my blue smoke in my left hand
i am the taxman, the regular man indeed
the cancerous vices attract the near sighted
i am only sleep walking to a tune of my own
dream, a red eye night and a slow paced heart
beat, realizing that if i look up there is no ceiling
just a brisk breeze swinging past my eyes tearing
i do my dangers elsewhere when no one believes me
i feel the worst in the mornings, sometimes depending
on the sunrise ill catch a morning inhaled battlecry.