String Cheese (Bonus Track) lyrics

These are age times, these are fine wines Let's take it all back to the top, these are grapevines These are space rhymes, this is Slow Flow I'd kick a rhyme about space and probably never go though Probably never no-show, once a day they said and if I did Probably be the shit that I'd be forever regretting You chop confetti all down to smaller pieces 1999, party down for all releases Started with the thesis then I end with the conclusion Order is irrelevant, the purpose is confusion Using my illusion seeing backdrops of pyro Tons of marijuana packaged up inside a silo I was thinking 'bout my rivals and forgot that I had none Peaceful shit is dead to me, to me I'm trying to add one Sniper with the bad gun, AR and the Magnum Rifle and a condom, bullet that'll tag 'em Carve headstones, throw on the headphones Rewind it back to the top, I write gemstones Orchestrations that end with a crescendo Imitations, oregano, pretendo Not that deal, I'm fly on my bicycle wheel Time to kill, roll to Venice Beach and throw around the peel Rope down a whale, sun shining, boats out to sail I'm a little too close to success now to fail So ride with me on this journey I'm on my Worthy, coast to coast Big game James, throw on a derby California corazon, that's love I lay in the cut like cortisone