Let's talk about bases, yeah, cuz everybody's got one. Tell me all your problems, I'll review them while I roll a blunt. Sippin' on this simple chronic psychedelic uppercut. Let's erase our problems and pretend that you don't give a fuck. I feel like I'm trapped inside a dungeon or a jail cell. Someone break me out before I break shit and go raise hell. You'd be angry too if people criticized your artwork. Now that I'm asleep I can unleash my mental shit-storm.