My vision
Dreamin' on it, schemin' on it, ready to get done
Wax out of my lawn, join me, ready to get some
Lookin' at my board and my art group
Singin' a piece of *, playin' on the truth
In our car, I got hit by a rubber band
I didn't shout out, swear to God
I don't get sick of it
I never take a break from a little punk rock
And I don't ever shake it
I need a fresh count, you know that I'm stressed out
I need some inspiration, so get the best out
My clock passes out, I'm gonna request that I
Be in the fresh run, havin' the best time
Good vibes callin' all around
Not a worry of mine, as the fans around
I shout out to me, the better guy forever
Only the word is the word and your light is a feather
Five sides, vibrations
Five sides, vibrations
And then I smoke a bag of rat weed cause I don't care
And I'm whacked to no ladies and the underwear is hard
Never met Grammys, the big old Mandy
And I'm giving it to Grandma, I'm making her crazy
Well I might be a white boy, but I'm no groupie
I'm just like a balloon, I'm not on the blue team
I'm not like the Steve-O, I'm at the Sea Island
I'm more like Kessa Steuben when I go in
I'm wild out, I'll stretch your butts out to the grass
Shoot the best of days when I'm out in the wild



I'm getting a deuce, cause I better get it out of that foggy stuff
If they throw the cab truck on the rocks
Down the double dome, down the night of creation
You hear it all down, we got the sound sensation
Kid Fresh is back from the 80s and we're doing it for the ladies
Five sides, vibrations
Five sides, vibrations
Five sides, vibrations
Five sides, vibrations