let it ride flo ride yes sir my brethren habitate wells maine where the skies are clear dad s gut deer and sip upon shipyard beer we attend house parties and try to get loose and when we re drunk driving home we try not to hit moose me i come from familial dysfunction i ll be hiding in my room loudly bumping to smashing pumpkins the world is a vampire dirtier than toilets i stay lit like campfires just to avoid it it s a cold world my mom can t even start her cutlass hicks with no bicuspids in the bushes busting muskets we peruse light less roads blazing dodging possums as private business degenerates into public gossip baby pine moose lobster wealthy folks cohabitate with the impoverished in a sense the innocence has been demolished i mean you see four wheelers i see drug dealers the underbelly s less obvious the contrast alarming the youthful residents once dreamed of departing just to set precedence like polk taft harding resort to jail coke or the army baby i know you wanna leave instead inhale marijuana leaves which makes sense like the dude collecting bottles constantly follow me wannabe as we wallow in mediocrity we ll play that life lottery we ll get to where ought to be i m aware that the world is cold a lot of shit out there that i don t know and if we don t ever make it anywhere then i guess that s that like that like that like that hope that doesn t happen to me and if it does i ll probably get somewhere that i wanted to be and that s exactly how i ll live till then yeah dude that s that spizzy kinda like a sloth or a lemur i sleep past noon lackadaisical demeanor no job oldsmobile and no beamer dirty clothes from spose medulla to his femur and as i m ballin hard like the maryland terrapins i know children are perishing suicide vans in bethlehem no christmas carolin i blame nobody but american arrogance i mean shit we created the damn terrorists open up the fridge on mtv cribs as miserable kids starve with visible ribs is it murder when i trash half my bacon cheeseburger dirty water slaughters daughters in countries we never hearda americans childs raised up in walmart aisles with mcdonald s cups line them up single file while kids die from pandemics we don t get all that speed stick s working and we just don t sweat it you see in my town the population s all white and my mom s a secretary like madeleine albright it s alright and maine s not the cold vein and i m not clare danes but shit this is my so called life  