Topanga

[Verse 1: Bones] At the top of Topanga Looking down I don't know you We don't fucking know you There's not a thing that we owe you New blade, new metal Blackwood on the gloss still handle [?] SESH written on the sign Welcome to the land of the rhymes House made with our own two hands When you see it's a whole new land Snakes sleep in the dirt Talk down you can sleep and rehearse [?] Fresh green, pink roses Bees buzzing as the backwood rolling All natural, when I'm smoking All natural, when I'm flowing Everything owe me [?] From the drank to the fruit that we eat [?] So close to the sun Wake up then I bloom Rocks underneath my feet Much slide when it rain [?] Everything that we dream Every plan that was made Right now all falling into place It ain't fake cause we made it that way Fresh lemonade smoking in the shade [?] Team SESH till' the end of days Once you come to the trap There ain't no turning back Microphone lotta drug in the mattress Alcohol and some subwoofer's blastin' I don't rap I make magic SESH