... on some pretty nice bud
Sunbathing
Look at me I here I can hardly walk
I can hardly move I can barely talk
Open my eyes but I'm blind to see
the horrible truth staring back at me
Listen to me sing and see me dance
Swallowing my hate and spitting out romance
All you ever get when you play this game
is a shot of regret f'kin drowning in pain
Happy ever after never paid the rent
After turned to this as the happy got spent
There was fire in the sky all fighting with the smog
raining black tears on a dead stray dog
Not to call it negative it is what it is
Cracking under pressure but I made it like this
Can't remember how so at least I got that
Still aint seen the wreckage but I'm guessing it's bad
People on the beach, steer their kids the hell away
turned up in a cruiser but they didn't wanna stay
Memory or dreaming couldn't tell the two apart
Numb and sweet oblivion an aching in my heart
Grabbed a chunk of paradise and turned it into hell
Motherfucken alchemist disaster for a spell
No idea how I got here but I'm half a mile from shore
It's eleven in the morning and I gotta have some more
I like it.
Thanks. Kinda liked writing it. Just flowed, didn't even know what it was to begin with. Words kind of popped in my head first and led to the memory, later.
Story is I'm six months or a year into being broken up from ExT4gR4m and so's my mate "Yeti" and we've reconnected after years apart and carried on like we did when we was 18 - mainly booze and pot and being unemployed and f'kin miserable. So one night (can't remember which) I'm like "Wilderness. Wilderness and Tequilla." and Yeti is like "Yeah, fuck it"
So we're pretty wasted by the time we climb into a couple of kayaks and I remember paddling out to an island with a pub on it and then it's the next day and I wake up, lying on a beach, f'kin no idea how. I literally cannot even. There's voices and some people are getting in a boat on the shore and trying to act all cool in front of the kids whilst still conveying an urgency to leave. Sun was baking, nearly noon but I vaguely remember a thunderstorm last night. No idea where Yeti is but there's only one boat on the beach.
No worries, I look down to find I'm cradling half a litre of Jose and fresh orange mix like a newborn baby. Breathe a sigh of relief. No need to deal with any of this shit right now.
Yeah, that sounds about right.
That really do have dat flo tho.
I could probably rap that with just the right beat. Nice work P3nt!