it s as if the forefathers and they traded for peace they can lick the wound slow like they from the northeast they resisting going easy banking on the hearsay but they all know the man with the co pay hitched up in the mid they get the high to low rap it s a tight rope til the rope go slack it ll blow your mind but it don t get you around i ain t messin around i ain t messin around so i got my gold parachute tell my ma i left town with my chloroform i m in the monet phone it in take a long ride down a narrow drive and you can bed down here then come and jump me now may i esther will you reach for the money so i don t sell the van can t find rye can t find mine c a t s got nine times so let the boochie on the record and you got him on the messin around he only messin around so can we do a re vote backed by a hard earned job those hard to get to things abound as if i don t think think thinkin i been sippin on the worm we was lookin from the town lookout and say preach buy them treats and does god he pray father told em pick em off the fallen tree but father pick em off the tyvek so we get caught up on the mountain still no paycheck to be found i ain t messin around are you sorted are you sound are you sound are you sound are you sorted 
['jam band', 'modern folk rock', 'neo mellow', 'pop rock', 'stomp and holler']