hush now

i'm from a place called

you know my name

i'm from venice beach

home of jim morrison

teena marie and evidence

the people endure us in

more or less wet lands than the dead land

i'm on a hendrix trip

drip tabs in my headband

tryin' to take the night much higher

'cause spliffs gets lit after i light my guitar on fire

cord tangled

spit it through the wires

rip shit apart with my hand

ain't no need supplies

hush now

better yet

shut the fuck up

rush front rows before the fire chief shut us

the fuck down

uh oh

the better duck

if they hose the crowd

there'll be no such luck

no exits

so weak and you need the best shit

for first not last

my verse is hectic

worth the demand

supply is endless

high 'til i die

the rules of friendship

try to speak some senses

try to buy time but watch it spend us

i said this is senseless

and sense i said that

i might as well spend the rent up