Listening to instrumentals lately
I guess I'm not diggin'
What those other folks are saying
Just a lot of dumb songs
About some girl
Well I'm young, and in love,
And it's time to get real
Like, this is for real
Today I woke up
And I kissed the sky
I'm talking,
That's how high I got my mind's third eye
Just trying to reach some peace
Within a time frame
So I can skate by
And get to work on the same day
I was the sky, but the sky caught on fire
Tore up the roads,
Burned the telephone wires
I killed a friend or left him stranded
He kept the ashes
I'll make my own matches

Check these slick, new shoes
I'll go downtown
I'll walk around
I'll let everybody know that I'm cool
And check this slick, new groove
Somehow
I get around in these old street shoes

And I never want to see your face again
Ah shit, nah. I'm just kidding, man
I just got a lot on my mind
Just trying to do what's right
Most of the time
And I swear
I've never been mad at ya,
I could be jealous,
That's just human nature
Confined with no savior
So I'll confide in my papers
And get on the move
And if you're wondering
How i've been
I've never know better
So fuck never,
And get better, to get clever
And find pleasure
And get on the move

Well, I'm lost
Coming through backwards
Critiquing my own words
And I'm stuck
Conversing with actors
And none of this matters
I got a pretty good feeling
Most these folks are dreaming
Cause I've heard all of their talking
And nobody's listening

So lets get out before the day begins
And we'll skip all that bullshit
We'll get back on that move again
And skip all that bullshit-
It's bullshit.

Check these slick, new shoes that groooove.