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)