yeah, cold drink, hot sun   under some tropical plants   is my topical stance   to enhance your craniums      it's like 5 in the morning, sunrise   cage full of birds, one flies   i'mma tell ya   i'm beached on the sand   jeepers creepers   the features that span   from head to toe, oh   lead to know, oh   how to move my lips   when i met this (ubba-ubba)   male with a fee first   no money given   just an ale by the sea surf   go sunny livin', so   follow me now but   don't be a slow poke   I'm in the pool again   to let my flow soak   and my tool's the pen   so I can sew hope   into these hooligans so dopes know   to reverse their verse   these chirpin' birds are writin'   it hurts the herds   so curse the surge, enlighten   straight off the b-team bench   oh my good-goodness   look what these three clench      yo it's Bliss n Eso found pulling cars   to listen to echoes down the boulevard   no radio, we travel on whispers   i'm two feet old   when i unravel my whiskers   so what's this shit   they're all skippin' to   go to check it out   but it's nothin' different dude   gotta come to grips   with a grip a few have   but when Bliss write it's   mixed like i hit a new ave   and i'm back to the paddock   and i don't stop man   call me an addict   well i know i am   after what doesn't make your sound a trend   it's the business takin' me around the bend   the way the rims go   window sinks and breathe   the wind blow in flow, Indonesia   thinkin' you're pimpin'   you just clog the creek   you shelve yourself   when you turn obsolete   like that      ring around the rosies,   pocket full of poetry   that got you in the mood   could ya, would ya love me   if the other pocket   had nothing else   but love to prove      ring around the rosies,   pocket full of poetry   that got you in the mood   could ya, would ya love me   if the other pocket   had nothing else   but love to prove      I'm runnin' through the field   free as a bird   and free, let's see   well that's me as a word   I roll with knowledge   I don't stroll, I frolic   I piss in the devil's face   when I hold my bollocks   can you picture me chillin'   on the sun or moon   using the galaxy as my rumpus room   didn't know mother nature   had a rump that's cute   if your neighbours can't hear this   better bump the tune   this is somethin' new   you can spread your wings to it   swing to it   i'mma show you how the kings do it   unity between you and me   sing to it   a blank piece of paper   watch what I bring to it   love, which will encourage your next visit   mud, I'm a poetical sex wizard   run, it's no doubt it's explicit   you've gotta get up   to get down and get with it      fuck reminiscing   i'mma tell you 'bout my future   me with some kids   chillin' with some buddah   and like the pictures in the book   i'll be livin' in the bush   Mother Nature with my kids   we'll be giving them a push   and i'mma rest my feet   in the king's bed   where the queen gets her sleep   the only way that it's meant to be   I hope my woman and my young   get the best of me   'cause i need a little love, man   I need a little trust   I need a little bud, man   I need a little us   sometimes i need a little bit of rain   just to take a little edge off the pain   use my love (ha) to kill the blues   you got me thinkin'   Ferris wheels weren't built for two   remember, no one can fill your shoe   read between the lines   when i tilt the view   see, me and the music, we misbehave   sippin' on cold drinks   while we sit in the shade   never ever dream, to give it away   we tell stories to each other   like we live in a cage   i get harsh,   leave cowards in the wasteland   put down your gun   the power's in the statement   we're the early birds   spending hours in the basement   Bliss'n'Esoterikizm   flowers in the pavement (grow)      ring around the rosies,   pocket full of poetry   that got you in the mood   could ya, would ya love me   if the other pocket   had nothing else   but love to prove      ring around the rosies,   pocket full of poetry   that got you in the mood   could ya, would ya love me   if the other pocket   had nothing else   but love to prove