hush now

i'm from a place called, you know my name, i'm from venice beach, home of jim morrison, teena marie and evidence, the people endure us in, more or less wet lands than the dead land, i'm on a hendrix trip, drip tabs in my headband, tryin' to take the night much higher, 'cause spliffs gets lit after i light my guitar on fire, cord tangled, spit it through the wires, rip shit apart with my hand, ain't no need supplies, hush now, better yet, shut the fuck up, rush front rows before the fire chief shut us, the fuck down, uh oh, the better duck, if they hose the crowd, there'll be no such luck, no exits, so weak and you need the best shit, for first not last, my verse is hectic, worth the demand, supply is endless, high 'til i die, the rules of friendship, try to speak some senses, try to buy time but watch it spend us, i said this is senseless, and sense i said that, i might as well spend the rent up