Topanga

(альбом: Project 0 - 2018)

Walking to the house like I'm probably smelling loudly
Groceries in my hand, always talking to myself, my homies don't understand
People saying "what the fuck?"
World domination was the plan from the jump
I was Salvador Dali, just tryna melt surroundings
And no I didn't ask I don't care how you felt about me
Materialise the vision, let's fuck whoever was doubting it

Back to the mountains in Topanga

Topanga [x12]

Talking to a gorgeous chick, about horror flicks inside of the forest [?]
In life I guess I got to ignore it for a bit
Cause most memories found storage in the wind
Back when I was seventeen, over [?] on the binge
Still on the binge but I loiter over sins now
Strategising, tryna fill the void with golden chicks
But time still ticks when you sit down
So if you ain't getting better, someone else is, that's a guarantee
Chester Watson on the fritz, that's a scary thing
Skating, fucking awesome and a flicked match
Got $300 kicks I barely fit, check
Rocked the red vans 'till they ripped
Talking to the dead, saying R.I.P
Jeff said, "Chester, just be careful with this shits"
I know, I know, Ouija board's not for the crib
I get it, I think I just wanna head to the thrift in

Topanga [x12]