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Nothings the same
I forgot what they call you but whats in a name
(who the fuck is you?)
I’m buzzed unashamed
I forgot who I was, now my bloods full of flames
(so hot)
Now watch me do this dance
I feel like I’m in True Romance, where the director at?
And all my thoughts is loud
little man on my shoulder trying to talk me down
Couldn’t sit so I walked around
I thought I saw a clown so I fought the crowd
(kill em all)
And every time I close my eyes
A tiny Obama in a drone flies by
Now Gladys hold my calls
Its the future
I’m about to try to fold my walls
And now I know I’m gone
Feelin’ like these random strangers know my songs
(but they don’t!)
I’m still in my dance, in a full body roll while I clench my hands
(its like that though)
And then I shut my eyes
And Martin Luther King in a bus drives by
(what up?!)
I yell “what up Doc?”
he waves back at me and says “Mike you the muthafuckin’ man!”

Drunk dreaming
pardon me, mister officer, the room spinning and my thoughts are blurred
drunk dreaming
this might be dumb but where’d them butterfly wings on your face come from?
drunk dreaming
I need to take a poll right now: who else has got a belly full of ocean water?
drunk dreaming
I might be wrong but maybe life is just a Crucial Conflict song

I whispered oh my god
but ended up shouting “Bout to blow my wad!”
Gettin mad cause I can’t find my iPod
Its really bad cause I don’t even have a iPod
I’m damn close to filling my void
aint nobody killing my noise, its like a vampire
Replace the stake in the heart with a burrito to the face
I can’t even taste it though
I’m still tryin’ to do this dance
Doing terrible impressions like “yo, who’s this man?”
This kinda night makes a crew disband
But I’d rather be solo, so fuck all 12 of y’all
Is anybody else warm?
Shots of energon until we all transform
Call me Jameson Prime
He said whatever came to his mind cause he don’t give a fuck

drunk dreaming
pardon me, mister officer, the room spinning and its all a blur
drunk dreaming
Now I’m at my house, you’re trying to give me a ticket for blacking out on my own couch
drunk dreaming
Tell you how I got back home
shot of Patron turned me into a damn time traveler
drunk dreaming
And I’m oh so shook to see the online photobook I’m making bad faces

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from Hella Personal Film Festival, released March 25, 2016

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