Shredders, Sims, P.O.S - Snurfs Up

Dream the fever but y'all seem defeated
All follow the leader then all feet proceeded to say
They've really seen it but we still can't believe it
Our fathers seeded the odd fodder
So the Mod Squad believing that the mob thought would treat em
But nah ahh you're dreaming
Now you're "who me?'ing"
Who thought that Bob Dobalina was the deus ex machina
Obvi to me that it's count down to pizza
Not our fault for being my fault, I'm just saying
J. Bieber getting weirder, or we're all getting normal
Or getting a little lazy or a little fugazi
Or a lil old rapper still thinking that it's '08
Maybe wavy, or get wavy or get worse lucked
Anyway turf sucks, trying to surfs up
Whoa, clock ticks
Trying to pause, don't hold off or stop shit
Just makes tense, strains to make sense
The brains quick to make the plot thick
My mind run away when I'm trying to say anything
Really I make all of my best and fully trusted guess
Tryna find any words as a hobby
Truly feeling like a guest in my own body
Surf
I don't care what, just gotta coast
Feel like I'm gonna burst
I won't let up til I'm a ghost
Man I'm just tryna surf
I don't care what, just gotta coast
Feel like I'm gonna burst
I won't let up
Shoreline or coastline
Find time, take knots out the twine
Some thoughts are scribbled and some are straight lines
Just find time to hang ten of those
Shoreline or coastline
Find time, take knots out the twine
Some thoughts are scribbled and some are straight lines
Go find time to hang ten of those
Hang ten of those

Written by:
Andrew Sims, Stefon Alexander

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