Waking up ashore, rest assured i’m Cobb Dominick

The rest i’ll just record, and i’m sure i’m not on some shit

At my core i’m problem dominant, pause i’m calm constant

Bitch, palm a hit of Jan Joplin, Jon Bonham bliss

Pop and sip, take a hit we got a grip of Goron crops and shit

Says she likes my box logo garments as i armed the fifth

That’s an armistice, I don’t do karma, what’s the harm in this?

The effects of a loss of contact might still show

I’ll probably cop a contract off of the Silk Road

Pick me up, I gotta gram or two of pick me ups

And enough Sailor whatever to flood your sippy cup

In that Starter jacket like it’s St Ides in my glass

She too high to listen, it’s fine I’ll just confide in the dash

A couple paid fines and over the counter vultures

Got me with a clouded mind in a cornered counter culture

Infidel smile, decent, depressed posture

Veins cut with nerves like sharks in freshwater

So am I tryna be Nino Brown or Nietzsche

All i got is this wristwatch and a sweater where the sleeves grey

Leavin prints, posted up when i loiter by the levees

I’m just tryna see some leggings painted on a Lil Debbie

A dead cell phone, cellophane and cellar spiders

Comrades sellin zips, no yellow bics or Zippo lighters

I rapped the first draft of this to my last chick

Changed it up, I thought that shit woulda lasted

But I don't give a fuck

It’s been half a year, never felt the need for closure

You’d never admit it, but we both had a problem stayin sober

Between blank checks and loose leaf, i’m Toon Link meets Tunechi

In a crew neck and my crew deep, that suit and tie don’t suit me (bruh)