Bamboo

Green through the glimpse of a dream, breathing smokescreen
Like a coke fiend tryna keep his nose clean
Bred a Wagyu with a Holstein using cloned genes
While the whole scenes snoozing on that Codeine
Bro please, I'ma have to pass
Fuck that, no longer got the stomach for the rum flask
No longer got the knees, nor the hunger
Wake me from the slumber when it's summer
When I was younger, heard it when my nerves lit
Cognitively dissonant, yearning for an earnest verdict
Later glimpsed it in the thicket as it glistened with the
Winds upon my wings, setting suns within my vision
Peered above the rim of the prism
Only to crawl back in again, cinnamon dust
Flaky butter pastry in the crust
Look into her eyes starstruck

Time's at a stand still, writing the band's will
Probably never heard of us, Mind's like an anvil
Holy grail of the isolated fan cells
While the rest stay in denial of the damn skill
You can peep this at a landfill
The sequel of the Amulet is definitely cancelled
Can't produce it if it can't sell
Even if the pants swell need it in the bank still
How am I supposed to eat the chanterelles?
Or sip champagne if I can only pay for pale ales?
Never known to tolerate fails
Shit, I'm skeptical that this one generates sales
Need the hoards to climb aboard before the ship sails
Restore order, put switchblades to fish scales
A long hauler, smorgasbord of rich tales
Chromatic wanderers, hermits with equipped shades