ambient
or maybe ambiguous
silence
i lose you in what what what
too many peach blunts
in a row
what what what
beats flow in ocean water on sunday afternoons
bumpin grooves
this car can't handle you
spillin over in white cumulus
this hotbox can't handle us
tent seshes car seshes beach seshes n up in the living room
house seshes park seshes canyon seshes n up on the fuckin roof
what what what
sleepin at fo wakin up at noon
this city cain't handle you
what'd we do last night how much tequila man
i don't know don't know after the shisha man
summer is lil wayne fucked up ness mayne
haven't spent a day in fo years drugless mayne
is mah body half water or half thc
is mah body ready for the fuckin lsd
summer is too fuzzy in the sun leakin rum green leafs gum and
what what what
nobody be queens like my fuckin hoes
what what what
just try ta smoke dis many peach optimooos.
Clever and very excellent
Clever and very excellent poem