I grew up with the misfits n the mutants
Flip tricks in my supras
Chewin sticks of bazooka
Thick spliffs and visions of big shit in the future
A quick twitchin medulla
From wind sprinting with koopa
Clever sensitive human
Obsessed wit the minutia
A gymnast who flips
Over mischief and illusions
Eclipse this im a luna
Tick tick and im booming
Investin in a tube of
Fresh mint and a lufa

Ginger lemon n licorice in the juicer
Mixing medicine pestle pen and a sutra
Sentiment reticent with my head up in the Bermuda
Questioning every lemming in ceremonial hoopla
Non sequiturs left him wounded no Leatherman for the suture
No measurement for the sediment left from reckless maneuvers
Just ancestral messages resurrected from humus
A denizen of the vestiges detrimentally human
First impression he possesses the pre requisite humor
On the second you can tell he's introspective thats a 2fer
Dialectic niacin breakfast to flush the rumors
Or projections'll turn into a metric ton of tumors
Pair of deuces he uses his plumage for the coup de grace
No jewelers loupe needed to tell whether he's smooth or not
I build cocoons silken rooms for my brooding thoughts
Gilded wombs overfilled Balloons soon to pop
Floating on the thermals of cupids booster shot
Extra sensory helium in the fuselage
To lift my spirits when its clear I lack the luminance
To not tie a noose with the looney thoughts in my glue collage
Its 20 second hugs and Communion talk
Til we need the poopdeck on the Schooner swabbed
Country living man it ain't all ooh la la
There's a lot of motherfucking wood to chop

Floatin
Lil dip In a bubble bath
Floatin
Lift kit on the hovercraft
Floatin
Got my floaties on
And im goin goin goin goin gone
Floatin turn the gravity down
It'll be a week fore you back on the ground
Floatin let's evaporate
Ima dance on a raft while I castaway

Chuggin bubbles can't slow down
No float valve hopin that I dont drown
This a stone ground ho down
In a ghost town locale
I could throw a rope round a snow plow
And ride it til my soles done blown out
All in can't fold now
No drought til the juice gets squoze out
Halos and helicopter hats
Sailboat in a terracotta flask
Rainbows and pot of mashed
Poatoes wit a gremolata dash
Float buoyant where they won't voyage
In the liminal where ya don't loiter
Interlope wit icaro'd voices
Hit the road little Tom Sawyer
Huck finn wit a butt chin
Bump this for the unsung on pointers
Gold compass in a cold dungeon
True north might take you where the moths coitus
Drop coinage in a rock toilet
Make a wish made of soft poignance
Skinny dip in a long silence
Sit a minute in a thought broiler
Floatin in Sensory depravation
Arc full of pedigree entropy in the makin
March forward with centipede innovation
Charged mortars and destiny for the taking
Barn doorin the getaway from the matrix
Stars born in the form of an orchid
Settin straight the Weathervane in my spaceship
Floatin on the warmth of the formless

Floatin
Lil dip In a bubble bath
Floatin
Lift kit on the hovercraft
Floatin
Got my floaties on
And im goin goin goin goin gone
Floatin turn the gravity down
It'll be a week fore you back on the ground
Floatin let's evaporate
Ima dance on a raft while I castaway