Topanga

(album: Creep - 2013)

At the top of Topanga
Looking down on you
We don't fucking know you
There's not a thing that we owe you

New blade, new metal
Blackwood on the gloss still handle
SESH written on the sign
Welcome to the land of the rhymes

House made with our own two hands
When you see it's a whole new land
Snakes sleep in the dirt
Talk down you can sleep in a hearse

Fresh green, pink roses
Bees buzzing as I'm backwood rolling
All natural, when I'm smoking
All natural, when I'm flowing

Everything homemade
From the drank to the fruit that we eat
So close to the sun
Wake up then I bloom

Rocks underneath my feet
Mud slide when it rain
Everything that we dream
Every plan that was made

Right now all falling into place
It ain't fake cause we made it that way
Fresh lemonade smoking in the shade
Team SESH till' the end of days

Once you come to the trap
There ain't no turning back
Microphone lotta drugs in the mattress
Alcohol and some subwoofer's blasting

I don't rap
I make magic

SESH