VERSE ONE
sitting on the tram dirt broke like a motherfucker
paranoid that the lady next to me's undercover 
done a runner just the other week from the tram cops.  
i ain’t running anymore more bruv i got knees like my grand pops 

back in the day i had a little hops
then i got old and my shot got cold when that whiskey got 
cool, that was round the time i cooled off too
i went from ‘you know who’ into a ‘who are you?’

well i’m a lazy ass / motivated as fuck 
creative, that couldn’t give a nut what he’s labelled as
take me as just a disobedient maniac
the media paint me as on TV to make the adds 

sell if you like or you could take a tab
and then realise you’re just a naked animal 
like i am too just another ape in drag
80s smack baby that crazy cat lady had. 

homosapien. that lady that 
made ‘Bag Lady’ fan. playing gap band 
loud like you play The Clash, till i make the neighbours mad
making  tracks till the day I lay in ash. save all that

making wack shit for Baby Bash. 
i don’t need to chase the cash in no rat race. fuck the latest fad
don’t rock roshes, never rated breaking bad
i just want a good paper back when i take a crap. 

i’m okay with that. shux. i get paid to rap
and i never made it but at least i'm not making adds
so i ride that damn tram like a trans am 
feeling like a billionaire on band camp. bam bam 

bigelow. i spit that goku shit. their piccolo. 
pick a flow to kick and go with it with no video.  
and if it don't do it for you i give a fuck this isn't no 
audition so if you don't wanna listen then don't listen bro. 

but any whoooo… twenty two brews down
and now i'm ready to get into a new style 
i'm in a henny mood but remmy's cool, whatever dude
get me any booze. anybody got any loot? 10 to 2.

Is it ever too late to get a new attitude on life? 
or am i already screwed?
spent a few too many afternoons in my room 
stressing bout impending doom bending spoons

time to end the bull and do something commendable 
spent too much time pretending to, John Lennon knew
i'm going to bed, wake me up when the rent is due 
matter fact, wake me up at the end of june. then i’ll do 

the dishes. bitches.  
taking pictures of themselves blowing kisses. fuck is this?

VERSE TWO
when I got nowhere to go I just pick a flow and roll with it 
stoned and just got off the boat and I'm stoked with it 
spending time penning rhymes getting by only cause 
I don't give fuck bout being broke it makes no difference  

to me what so ever if I'm hungry then I'll go get it
steal a couple loafs still I'm happy when there's no dinner 
got a couple things going on so the dope dealings
left up to the bros selling blow case the hoes sniff it

no critics saying shit I don't already no 
bitter old bitches open your mouth and put my whole dick in
no gimmicks only case I ain't bout the hoe shit and
even if nobody notice that you don't know shit

I see it cause it's openly obvious you don't really know how to make a..
nah got no time to focus on dumb shit 
cause I'm too busy working on my own shit
my old shit is old better get somewhere to go quick 

cause only prolific make it to the podium
and I'm trying to get to where the bro is and
no distance is enough to make a difference
when i get to going this is just another moment to hold better roll with it.


Bending Spoons

Tidal wave is a story about being young and reckless in a pursuit of fun

mixed and mastered by - jimmy Cucchiara

Sundae Sessions, Home Brew - Dedicated To

lij