Florida Man

Have a drink in my honor, as I sink to the bottom

Found a chink in my armor, want it, a link's in the comments

Don't want to think about my problems, by the time you blink, I'll be gone

Pack up and leave to California, wasn't me, you've seen a mirage

My delinquency as a minor, might've put a wrinkle on my momma

Remember the jingles and clinking from her trinkets in a box

Good rocks for my slingshots, collect and keep them in a sock

Used to talk about magic, and tell stories in all of our secret spots

Remember when we'd climb up to the treehouse and chill, try to see from up top

Before we had to make money, days that we seemed to have forgotten

One night had a dream I was shot in a van deep in the mountains

The sound of you screaming over my body was really my beeping alarm