my days flee, space transforms through waves and mold into different scientific-  bass and boats, i make change no loans- im indifferent not free, keep your makeshift hoes out of my pictures, please, because im tired, blisters from my fingers to my knees, i feel like modern day dorian gray who's image wont delete, its open season so to speak my soul on speakers flow on freeze and only weekends seems to beat my dreams from sleeping to awake, im on a plane motherfckr- and its gonna be late, i get your game mothafugka i just don't wanna play, i set sail,- fuck  it.-