[Verse 1]

Your budget's short a few wedding cakes

Fiends dying for a taste

It's like a diet cuz their shedding wait

Alabaster used to medicate

I always split the scene like an edit made

The objects in the room start to levitate

Hesitate to speak without a word

Without a subject or a predicate

The fixtures are a mixture of pain

Like they've seen better days

My rhymes are pictures of what I've seen

In impressive paint

Impressionist 'scapes you need to excavate

Sick of living on a peasant's wage

Getting tempted into traffic's way

But turned it down like an acrid plague

In the final scene you can catch a fade

Libertine gift of gab get verbally stabbed

If you get in between

Mastering are archaic arts

These words are Byzantine

I work to witness dreams

You herbs aren't fit to lead

Philistines

[Chorus]

This the repeat relapse

Maple Street to Nord Ave

Like tree sap

Shit was fucking hard

Need knee pads

This the fucking soil

Where I bleed at

[Verse 2]

Better be warming up to run fast

Best be Bosom Buddies with Forrest Gump

And flash, go get hoodlum gully

Morphine and a flask

Pouring green in a glass

That's absinthe

This is high class

That's why your absent

Put your mixtape in a trash-bin

Chewing up tablets of aspirin

Used to be a lab rat

But the habits are slacking

New habitat, tall grass with the asp in

To the hash I resort like Aspen

This record will get mad spins

These are the fruits of a passion

Given them reason notice me

So I can cop some groceries

It's a cold season, can't afford no frozen feet

Take her to the house and kiss her out the hosiery

Ocean deep, piano low key, soprano vocal leads

Table topped with loads of weed

They say it's got high potency

She lies on top sheet, no clothes to see

Friends would hit shit until their nose would bleed

Weekend in October heat

Had to leave the scene totally

Heard tall tales of the supposedly

Taller than Sequoia trees

Dope fiends on the local streets

Dressed up nice from toes to teeth

Looking like a photo, cheese

And the rainfall leaves the ground all soaked and bleak

[Chorus]

This the repeat relapse

Maple Street to Nord Ave

Like tree sap

Shit was fucking hard

Need knee pads

This the fucking soil

Where I bleed at