I was gone for a minute, now Im back
Young Bones cashed, ripping Chia seed packs
Counter tops sticky from the fruit getting pressed
Local grown goods make a multicolored mess
Corpse full of flax, and a skull full of ash
Touch and feel the past, let the flashbacks flash
Young William Lamb trying to live off up off the land
Living off the plants like its 1810
Sticking to the plans, cause we know the fucking end
Weve all seen what happens, still, they try and just pretend
I dont wanna know you or your friends, cause you do it for the wrong reasons
Young and Im hopeless, bust all my emotions
The place I was put is a rock thats eroded
Trying to work the motion, blocking out the bullshit
But all I can do is pick grains for my potions
Let it sink in, let me be the fucking lotion
Cleanse you of disease, and I leave blunt smoking
Himalayan salt from the docks
Grind it down then I pour it on top
Himalayan salt from the docks
Grind it down then I pour it on top