[verse 1] I sat alone, like an abalone, waiting to bone, mere illusion [Verse 2] gravy of your love spilling the filling chilling like willy shilling my awe [chorus] Idle time Sublime, craving thyme on my line [verse 3] Never lonely, Always horny Ready for fines Laughing in rhymes [chorus] Idle time Sublime, craving thyme on my line [outro] Like an abalone, I roll over Reverse order Nothing closer Waving further
