smiling from ear to ear,
like an idiot,
but the sun and the cool breeze,
and the ocean to my left,
the mountains in front of me,
combines to kill anxiety
and anything that could go wrong
with the show tonight.
Getting them good jitters
before the show. Fuck it.
Even if everything goes horribly wrong,
we are gonna have some fun tonight,
and I got gold teeth,
and the sun shines off my grill
like I was hip-hop,
but I truly am a gangster
listening to Wu-Tang on Mark Chill's boat.
but I truly am a gangster
listening to Wu-Tang on Mark Chill's boat.