spring has sprung cause all it does is rain again outisde is dull walls as dull drive the sea has called fog from the waters city screams for suns and daughters owned by the nights but they ain t all of that tainted cats freaks to roll cool in the packs i m in the basement mixing tripping off my lips and elixing my mind with the nightlife spring comes misting drunk and listening to am radio remembering pump up the volume cause i know i got it the soul of speakers thought i she d skins of old when i m taught by the older records that i caught i get fat in my pad i m not bad not smiling passing for time to take a while wasting from the wild as i walk to slide i bring from inside from the center epicenter radius oval roll you smooth you mold you i m like that moon to sun to start this seed water drip drop drip drop your boggie ball your rubber ball the smooth of a weathered wall the cycles of the systems the circles within them i walk to slide walk the slide on the outside walk the mile on the in keep it clouds on the outside keep it cool on the in lost in the spin the face folds to melt the mask it s hard to get help when you re coming from the down low growing to know the smooth in change i walk to slide from the tombs i got tunes like the spoonful house to groove french to groove the falling sun we ve had our fun the sunset came to still stays the same