Topanga - Chester Watson

Walkin' to the house like I’m probably smellin' loudly

Groceries in my hand, always talkin' to myself, my homies don’t understand

People sayin' «what the fuck?»

World domination was the plan from the jump

I was Salvador Dali, just tryna melt surroundings

And no I didn’t ask I don’t care how you felt about me

Materialise the vision, let’s fuck whoever was doubting it

Back to the mountains in Topanga

Topanga

Talkin' to a gorgeous chick, about horror flicks inside of the forest

In life I guess I got to ignore it for a bit

Cos most memories found storage in the wind

Back when I was seventeen, over on the binge

Still on the binge but I loiter over sins now

Strategising, tryna fill the void with golden chicks

But time still ticks when you sit down

So if you ain’t getting better, someone else is, that’s a guarantee

Chester Watson on the fritz, that’s a scary thing

Skating, fucking awesome and a flicked match

Got $ 300 kicks I barely fit, check

Rocked the red vans 'till they ripped

Talking to the dead, saying R.I.P

Jeff said, «Chester, just be careful with this shits»

I know, I know, Ouija board’s not for the crib

I get it, I think I just wanna head to the thrift in

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