Dead Dandelions

Pipe this one bitch for the rhyme and hit a kickflip

Misfit stickers and signs in the living room

Kitchen filled up with bricks and the sour apple gin

Pabst because it's cheap, I ain't rapping just to cash a check

Still at skate parks, thrashing on that cracked deck

Still brokenhearted, so I'm laughing when I get hurt

Dirt all in my hands and dope ass blood-stain on my t-shirt, what a jerk, why he fall down on his knees

Bastard with a passion to get a house up in the trees, where the butterflies and bees fly high away with me

Oh what a sight, a sight to see

Beside a model and a bottle of my homemade Hennessy, until they send, they send for me

Dead Dandelions, make a wish, make a wish for who?