Patchouli Sticks

Yeah, still blowin' trees down

Crack my window, it was rainin', feel the breeze now

Just playin' oldies, gettin' through it, days can be foul

I hit record and let my mind predict like meanwhile

Just makin' some instrumental, essential shits

Brainwashin' em down until I ain't makin' sense

But then again, just smoke em out like patchouli sticks

Behold a choice, pale horse and spittin myths

When I'm gone, you can think of me

It's like whatever, steady searchin' for them money trees

Still workin' on my "fuck what you think of me"

All these songs through the years, paintin' vivid scenes