Verse 1] I ride my bike through the steam, In the night with a meth-fueled gleam. No house, no lease, no screen — Just me and a 40-foot tree. I got shorties, got stamina, My soul’s on fire like Canada. You got a job? That’s cute. I got a shed, a nut, and a flute. [Chorus] Cleams… can come true If you shoot meth and ride ‘til two. Just believe in your cracked-out view — You can be like me too. I said cleams… I’m no cleam But I see the stars when I daydream. From the top of that tool shed beam, Life’s better off the team. [Verse 2] No stress, no boss, no rent — Just a cart full of old cement. My mind is free, my body too — I got cardio from sniffin’ glue. I climb trees like it’s the norm, Yell at clouds and embrace the storm. Mastered life, one crank at a time — And I do it all in pantomime. [Bridge – Spoken Whisper] You say “get clean”… But I’m no cleam. I’m the dust in your dreams, The echo in a porta-john scream. [Final Chorus] Cleams… can come true If you live like a raccoon with nothin’ to do. Throw your phone in a public loo — And maybe you’ll feel it too. Cleams… I’m no cleam But I taste freedom in every sunbeam. So while you cry into your protein shake… I’m jerkin’ off in a tool shed break.
