Alchemisland

Give me a sip from your flask 

Barely any left after BJJ class

Take a lash and say thanks, class

Roll one with the new grass 

We’re on the grass in every sense 

Like a Crop Circle incident

He takes out a joint he’s already rolled

Winks sixth sense, that was some ninja shit

Sweating like I did the Wix workout

Or like I’m waiting for Swift tickets

Or two years of missing them

I’ll have to lie and use make a wish

If you build a bear, you can build a way

Up my sleeve a few young dog old tricks.

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Someone put sriracha on my weetabix 

Or I woke up wrong every day since 06

I’m feeling fantastic, sleeping’s biphasic

Like a mediaeval labourer

So I says to Mable I says

Is it the eagle or the emperor 

We’re supposed to smother 

With our wonder and adoration 

As brother, father and mother

A tripartite succouring

Cologne smell on my bandana 

I’m the only crust punk here 

Featured in Dolce and Gabbana

Mañana mañana, Manannan mac lir

That last hit drove me bananas 

I am scattering to find lost grammars

Words like a shit waiter, wrong order.