WEST COAST

I have a propensity for ambivalence

Give me it all or give me nothing

But don't leave me in the woods hunting

Lost like a savage I'm mild and average

But give me a chord and I'll hit the ground running it's the science of the soul

I don't care about the fucking money

I am tired of this hole and all this dirty filthy laundry

But I'm wired to feel whole, even when my mix is muddy

That's why all these people think I am so fucking cunning

Behind the dark shades is a mind that I am shunning

Words that are never heard when I am too busy drumming

Tapping rhythms that I learned back in highschool when I never spoke a word