yeah, cold drink, hot sunnunder some tropical plantsnis my topical stancento enhance your craniumsnnit's like 5 in the morning, sunrisencage full of birds, one fliesni'mma tell yani'm beached on the sandnjeepers creepersnthe features that spannfrom head to toe, ohnlead to know, ohnhow to move my lipsnwhen i met this (ubba-ubba)nmale with a fee firstnno money givennjust an ale by the sea surfngo sunny livin', sonfollow me now butndon't be a slow pokenI'm in the pool againnto let my flow soaknand my tool's the pennso I can sew hopeninto these hooligans so dopes knownto reverse their versenthese chirpin' birds are writin'nit hurts the herdsnso curse the surge, enlightennstraight off the b-team benchnoh my good-goodnessnlook what these three clenchnnyo it's Bliss n Eso found pulling carsnto listen to echoes down the boulevardnno radio, we travel on whispersni'm two feet oldnwhen i unravel my whiskersnso what's this shitnthey're all skippin' tongo to check it outnbut it's nothin' different dudengotta come to gripsnwith a grip a few havenbut when Bliss write it'snmixed like i hit a new avenand i'm back to the paddocknand i don't stop manncall me an addictnwell i know i amnafter what doesn't make your sound a trendnit's the business takin' me around the bendnthe way the rims gonwindow sinks and breathenthe wind blow in flow, Indonesianthinkin' you're pimpin'nyou just clog the creeknyou shelve yourselfnwhen you turn obsoletenlike thatnnring around the rosies,npocket full of poetrynthat got you in the moodncould ya, would ya love menif the other pocketnhad nothing elsenbut love to provennring around the rosies,npocket full of poetrynthat got you in the moodncould ya, would ya love menif the other pocketnhad nothing elsenbut love to provennI'm runnin' through the fieldnfree as a birdnand free, let's seenwell that's me as a wordnI roll with knowledgenI don't stroll, I frolicnI piss in the devil's facenwhen I hold my bollocksncan you picture me chillin'non the sun or moonnusing the galaxy as my rumpus roomndidn't know mother naturenhad a rump that's cutenif your neighbours can't hear thisnbetter bump the tunenthis is somethin' newnyou can spread your wings to itnswing to itni'mma show you how the kings do itnunity between you and mensing to itna blank piece of papernwatch what I bring to itnlove, which will encourage your next visitnmud, I'm a poetical sex wizardnrun, it's no doubt it's explicitnyou've gotta get upnto get down and get with itnnfuck reminiscingni'mma tell you 'bout my futurenme with some kidsnchillin' with some buddahnand like the pictures in the bookni'll be livin' in the bushnMother Nature with my kidsnwe'll be giving them a pushnand i'mma rest my feetnin the king's bednwhere the queen gets her sleepnthe only way that it's meant to benI hope my woman and my youngnget the best of men'cause i need a little love, mannI need a little trustnI need a little bud, mannI need a little usnsometimes i need a little bit of rainnjust to take a little edge off the painnuse my love (ha) to kill the bluesnyou got me thinkin'nFerris wheels weren't built for twonremember, no one can fill your shoenread between the linesnwhen i tilt the viewnsee, me and the music, we misbehavensippin' on cold drinksnwhile we sit in the shadennever ever dream, to give it awaynwe tell stories to each othernlike we live in a cageni get harsh,nleave cowards in the wastelandnput down your gunnthe power's in the statementnwe're the early birdsnspending hours in the basementnBliss'n'Esoterikizmnflowers in the pavement (grow)nnring around the rosies,npocket full of poetrynthat got you in the moodncould ya, would ya love menif the other pocketnhad nothing elsenbut love to provennring around the rosies,npocket full of poetrynthat got you in the moodncould ya, would ya love menif the other pocketnhad nothing elsenbut love to prove