Soldier of the coldest folk
Cover of the poster for the owner of the dopest flows that glow like plutonium
Hold the throne until the slope is over
Mars rover holds no threat to the clover
4 leaves
Getting older too fast
But too young, not at peace with all the facts
But at least he don't run, it's no fun
He just acts
As every rope rung keeps him held up with no rash
Every gash goes deep, so he keeps em in a stash
And every song invents his own shaman
Doesn't really do a thing like he's sipping cold raman
On a bridge that overpasses seas almost falling off
Clocking outta life to take it easy keep the target off him
Often thinking bout the stars and the role in plays
In the universe, man his conciousness is far away
Stay drifting outta the limits the minutes stop and play
Hookey with his mind no time out in outer space
Often thinking bout the stars and the role in plays
In the universe, man his conciousness is far away
Stay drifting outta the limits the minutes stop and play
Hookey with his mind no time out in outer space