little letter home

hey, how you doing? um, i'm over in canada at the moment, so i thought i'd write a little letter home, and do it in the form of a rap. i was gonna record this out in the street like a sick cunt, but it's way too fucking cold out there. it's ridiculous. so i just did it in my hotel. hope you don't mind. hope you don't mind the sound quality. you know, that's just how it is, ayy ayo, what up, lords?, i guess it's been a long time between pub crawls, this is like a little letter home of some sort, so just thought i'd write to let you know what's happened on tour, 'cause ever since i stepped up out my front door, with my passport everything has been much more, weird, well like, weirder than once thought, thought i'd do a couple shows to an audience of fuck all, this cool j comp was pretty hardcore, they called me name, i couldn't figure who was stunned more, stood there looking shocked, like "i won, woah", so fuck, thank you for all the support, it seems so damn crazy to believe, yo, i be goin' on a late night tv, neato, jimmy kimmel, shit man, it's heaps dope, please know, that i ain't just doing it for me though, uh, so many timezones in my iphone, i'm tired though, i can sleep on the flight home, eight ribs and crayfish, paid tips, and everything comes with chips, but over here they say crisps, i'm tryna watch my thighs from the waffle frier, they're mortified when i order a smaller portion size, cross the borderline north, and although it's warm inside, no porky pies, outside it is minus fourty-five, walk around with gloves and a numb face, fuck sake, other day i swear i heard this cunt say, "ooh, it's warming up, uh" depends on where you're from though, walked over snow in texas and toronto, my homies went to check niagra falls, i thought i'd more relax and record a rap before they're back, it's awesome as, but i guess i felt sorta wack, tryna get my us quarter back from the laundromat, in canada, with different coins and that, goddamit, bruh. i felt stupid actually. i just gotta say i really miss my mates, and i miss my family. and i even miss you jed, you little fucker. and happy birthday to my brother who's taller than me, which is annoying actually, yo, i'll be home eventually, playing xbox with friends and we can hit the weed, we played the day i left, but i did not accept defeat, so i flew around the world with this long as fuck extension lead, a lot of yanks got respect and compliments, for the boba fett, but i did not forget to shop for bobbleheads, whole thing's been ill, surreal as fuck, it's wicked, and plus sizzle's been killin' them cuts, been just over a week since we jumped a plane and flew, hoped off in adelaide, made a favourite friend, anyway, i should it wrap it up, that's all i should, yours faithfully, seth, everyday's a good day, peace. hey, um, i'ma see you guys real soon. i'll be home for groovin the moo, and then we'll do dear science, and fuckin' hang out, and um, yeah, fucking love you guys. peace