II could sleep in the bathtub

But I’m scared of the spiders

Theres grapes in my pocket

There keeping me wired

And still my fore mind has yet to become,

One with my thoughts

For me … Just because

II try to adhere, but II cant stick around

This path isn’t clear and my mind has no sound

The blunt II have lit, keeps boating off shore

And I’m drowning in nips

Because they soften the floor

ELIIZAZOEY