Soft Cloud

By Mat Lee

On Escape Goats

Released on December 1, 2012

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Alright, I've had enough with this hero shit

It’s time to release the mean spirited

Green bud killer bong water spiller from the coast of California

Now found in the middle of nowhere... 406!

I write each and every day I’m alive

I strive to be the best worker bee in my hive

So stop sucking and spare me the wraith bit

I've been a hater since nineteen ninety eight kid

I don’t need wormholes to go back in time with

Ev-g tossed me the gate codes for this alliance

I try to make you nod your head while you think

So let’s take a sec and get a little deep

I take a bong rip while I contemplate existence

Persistent when ink hits the fan it makes you listen

Shit it makes me listen too

And I’m the one writing these letters to you

And I don’t ever want to come down

From my soft cloud

Now I’m home with eyes wide shut while I lay in bed

Harry dick and tom cruise streets like the walking dead

That’s how it goes when you ignore dreams

And your whole life is spent on attempts to eat

You see, I've never really been down with that

The whole rats in a maze thing never sounded bad

But it never appealed to me either

I’d much rather live life like the teacher

No more chasing Velveeta for this mouse club cat

I’m sharpening my claws for the last round dance

So who’s in the house goes by the name of Mat

Up on stage dropping facts in the name of rap

I take a bong rip while I contemplate existence

Persistent when ink hits the fan it makes you listen

Shit it makes me listen too

And I’m the one writing these letters to you

And I don’t ever want to come down

From my soft cloud

Lemme drop a little 8 bit on ya head

Now go cop the shit I've made before I’m dead

Knowing my luck though you’ll never hear this

Till I’m six feet under and still preferring nervousness

If knowledge is power then what the fuck are we doing?

Blank stares on cowered at the sight of life ruining

If it’s new to me then its new to you

So figure shit out or hold breath till you turn blue

I take a bong rip while I contemplate existence

Persistent when ink hits the fan it makes you listen

Shit it makes me listen too

And I’m the one writing these letters to you

And I don’t ever want to come down

From my soft cloud

So move with me until your all done moving

And groove with me until your all done grooving

Then rest with me until the rest turns to sleep

Then sleep with me until your chest learns the beat