Living the dream means that
You could be asleep
Sirens will ring
Wake you to the beat
Please mind the tingling that
pulses in your feet
And
Beware what you wish for
Beware what you wish for

It started with a lack of fruity/juicy/quenching items in the fridge
in the cupboard, mother Hubbard,
left the toe jam in a dig
I’m hungry for a chill sesh
but I’m shifting ‘tween living and the dead
gotta think of something quick

So I reached into the freezer,
there was Belvedere and squid
Yeah I threw ‘em in a shaker
like the potion of a witch
Now I’m sipping on a jug of poison swill
Cuz it satisfies the drought
of my rebel grill …
I couldn’t tell

If I was fading or just thirsty and exhausted
I’m aware of how I caused it,
how it tasted, what it costed
If life’s a piece of cake,
I’m blinded by the frosting
I’m lost in this impossible position
of bossing

By day pressing beats, in summer heat,
it’s awesome
at night by lunar light,
shaker tins become the posse
Pick your poison, Like a flower,
dynamic phantom power,
Take a hike, take a shower
come back in an hour

Crazy eight, Feels great,
I’m armed against bubonic,
Consistently, the recipe is slipping me
I’m on it
Just a little rhyme to memorize,
MC mnemonic,
... digital reminders
but my mind’s the one that’s honest

Four count of gin in a tin,
muddled cuke and mint,
Four count tequila,
elderflower and some licorice
Four count rum agave lime
with a cookie finish
Shake it til there’s ice outside the tin,
write your name in it

Watermelon, habanero
herbs to take it down a notch
Hands are scarred from working
But what’s worse is all the bar rot
Something ‘bout the pain
billows away
when I don’t stop
I’m a mixer, my elixir’s
rhythm of your next shot!

Living the dream means that
You could be asleep
Sirens will ring
Wake you to the beat
Please mind the tingling that
pulses in your feet, and
Beware what you wish for
Beware what you wish for

It’s when I’m laid back
That I fully start to panic
Cuz the hunger’s kicking in
And I got nothing here to can it
Yeah I’m saving for my bills
and my tuition
and my outfits
but when I’m on a break,
that’s when I think the hardest
all suppos’ed growth was ‘sposta come
if I had broke the code
claim I’m always right,
so often, go home and to bed alone
i can see Connie
sitting pretty thru the window
And I think about the road and all the meals and the people
i could sit and dwell
in the warp of my vinyl
Til I find a brighter spin
on the illness of my style
I’m twisting at the heart
of a Fibonacci spiral
belly lint is settling
I’m digging toward the spinal

Once I hit the nerve
Maybe tip the swerve
maybe start to smile
when it’s free time I’m offered
But the lines are blurred
And the words are slurred
So the limes have turned
And the grime is stirred

you got a sweet tooth, well I got 26
And every last one of them is having a shit fit
Haven’t been fed in an artist’s minute
Slow is the roll, getting old before you finish
And every time I look up
I’m answering my gut
It sucks how quick that thin
Turns to thick
And times are rough: but
to crack reality, you’ve gotta give up
luxuries like munching
But it’s worth it on the cusp of

Living the dream even
If it means you're sleeping
Sirens are ringing
I’ll wake up to the beat, yeah!
Please mind the tingling that
pulses in the feet
And
Beware what you wish for
Beware what you wish for