And there's holes in my socks, like all of ‘em

So I designed some my own

With no holes in ‘em

And coloured the colour of the sky the time we first met

Wrote this sittin, just listening to my blood

Flow through my arms, my legs my hands my head my heart

As the source of it all, or the aim instead

And the goal, the end, the flow depends

On how I feel that certain day

And it’ll continue certainly

Especially when there's 30 degree

Angle and the heat warm

Painful when there’s hella clothes worn

And all my clothes worn

Holes in my shorts my shoes my pants

Holes in my socks, like all of them

So I designed some my own

With no holes in em

Coloured the colour of the way that I felt

Back when I was just sittin, listening to myself

Fall through my knees my legs my feet

That's the source, when the aim is defeat

The goal, the end, the flow depends

On the moon that certain day

And theres no stoppin it

Especially when it’s that far away

Distance, and the heat less than cool

Only way is when hella clothes worn

And I lack that

Holes in my hands, look children - I’m back