Waking up ashore, rest a**ured i'm Cobb Dominick
The rest i'll just record, and i'm sure i'm not on some sh**
At my core i'm problem dominant, pause i'm calm constant
b**h, palm a hit of Jan Joplin, Jon Bonham bliss
Pop and sip, take a hit we got a grip of Goron crops and sh**
Says she likes my box logo garments as i armed the fifth
That's an armistice, I don't do karma, what's the harm in this?
The effects of a loss of contact might still show
I'll probably cop a contract off of the Silk Road
Pick me up, I gotta gram or two of pick me ups
And enough Sailor whatever to flood your sippy cup
In that Starter jacket like it's St Ides in my gla**
She too high to listen, it's fine I'll just confide in the dash
A couple paid fines and over the counter vultures
Got me with a clouded mind in a cornered counter culture
Infidel smile, decent, depressed posture
Veins cut with nerves like sharks in freshwater
So am I tryna be Nino Brown or Nietzsche
All i got is this wristwatch and a sweater where the sleeves grey
Leavin prints, posted up when i loiter by the levees
I'm just tryna see some leggings painted on a Lil Debbie
A dead cell phone, cellophane and cellar spiders
Comrades sellin zips, no yellow bics or Zippo lighters
I rapped the first draft of this to my last chick
Changed it up, I thought that sh** woulda lasted
But I don't give a f**
It's been half a year, never felt the need for closure
You'd never admit it, but we both had a problem stayin sober
Between blank checks and loose leaf, i'm Toon Link meets Tunechi
In a crew neck and my crew deep, that suit and tie don't suit me (bruh)