[Verse]

Three deer lined up, three years, time's up, careers tied up

Glowing crosses hang dead rappers from victory

No, and losses aren't equivalent to lost history

Fly swarms in and out of ponds, sizzlin' with their clinically

Injested magic spreading like the black plague heading

Straight north out the forest, rapping like I'm back way 'mpedded

Deer walk down paths, sunshine cools down the sunrise

Animal onomotopoeia, once lied down into the exercise

The exorcism back into every schism, any living day I think it's petty livin'

Dragon flies hover, and tadpoles risе into the sun

Black ties smother thе sad holes drawn with dung

It rises to the top, with the anthemic classic rock

In the backyard of a head of a store named "Pat's In Stock"

A state park overrun by ashes of the long gone

Stampeded by dogs with magic while the song spawns

I lose my grip on insanity, gazing into the stars

I feel my back and water dip into the pond, amazing, limbo it aren't

Then I go with a paddle boat into the ever-lined

Everything I just imagined was took into the better shine

Every king had just happened, childhood was mesmerized

Didn't wanna back it down so I just took the better lies

We go back to our house after the sunrise to the exercise

In the bed, piled up like pillows after we once was cried

Figured out Vultures 2 released and paused my Red Dead Redemption game

Came back, ears hurt a little, watchin' these clowns get attention-made

Rest for a snack, a handful of pretzels, see the salt drain out my hand moisture

I am loiter-ing around the sham poster, way lower, still enough to say so, or

Maybe the next days went pretty fast, or the next week or so

We came down south to see our family lined up by the weak patrol

Partied that night in the basement, and almost was taking for a midnight snack

Then the dogs petrified me as they held my hands like they lived way back

The next day, we went to our place near the trashy beach

By the bayside, rental salty like what they say means "attacking me"

The next day and after were beach days with red flags

Spreadin' ashes in the river, but we ain't been bad

After the boat, we had dinner and went back to the beach place

Next day or two we spent alone just tryna live out the next three days

Next day after that we was at the beach just like we was behaved

And then we was at the boardwalk twice and a restaurant, caught three waves

Made a summer playlist and was feeling good after we split three ways

We reunited after and went to the waterpark, smell of dippin' dots

Took my stomach into a lot of knots, hungry out my mind, but hungry out for slides

I waited my heart out on these stairs, delayed it 'til parts came out just scared

We was at the slides for four hours, then had lunch and some dippin' dots

Went back to our car with the check in the dashboard like I'm still so hot

Drained out and dehydrated, dogs in the white caravan

Thoughts of jumping from that height would scare a man

Went back and did some more stuff over the next day

Our family went to Cape Cod and we did stay

Our rental weared out, and while packing, we were at the deli

Got a muffin, went in the trunk and grabbed three bags, if you're ready

We went to our cousins' house without 'em to watch over their dogs

Take 'em out three times a day and feed 'em kebble with protein blobs

Went to Rebel Supply, skimmed through the vinyl records there

Looked at Igor and Goblin for a second, but then I sighed a second, spare

My impatience, but I found what I wanted, Kid A by Radiohead, towered a lot and

I bought it, the lady at the counter gave me a weird coincidence

The Kid A concept lines with the 9-11 attacks if you're listenin'

Optimistic is after the terror struck 'em and gave 'em PTSD

Thought Kid A aligned with TPAB first, now I'm seein' my leads

I bought it, and then kept it on display, we without a record player

A day or two there, and we were still at a second-dayer

The rest of the stay there, we didn't do much

Binged Toy Story and Star Wars, my childhood entities

Now more matured and I still had a while good memories

Then we packed up and started driving back

And while I sat there, I played "Lift Your Skinny Fists" and just relaxed

//Outro//

Man, the music I been listenin' to

Freudian, Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven

Crazy stuff, bro

Go listen to "Storm" by Godspeed You if you haven't already man

Been a great week