It comes in Waves (OG)

It's whatever. I'm off bro, just leave me the fuck alone. Stoned, can't feel the tips of my toes, don't remember the shows I've seen in the zone. Hone the feeling of stick to the stone, should really try charging my phone for once. Joke about loving diet coke, looking for more reasons to finally choke that fat goat, on that nice boat who gloats about feeling so groped to please the trope I knew to well. Man, that damage dealt, felt more than hell did to it's own belt. Float, then think of ghosts How 'bout a toast to this fine smoke? Ya, I told you so. Look at me, then hopefully peek your fancy. Just can't see, you and me, being so dancy. Let me, be the beat, maybe?