Foggy

Check my fingers on the synth, I’m shit hot
And I don’t say no to no pot
I have the qualities of home grown
Think about how to do it enough and I can overtone
I’ve left home, took enough drugs to realise we’re all one
With lucid dreaming I have loads of fun
I’ve learnt from the master of pot noodle
About pot noodles don’t think I doodle
I had a bloody great upbringing
And people are singing my praise
Coz I know how to spend the days
The name comes with knowing the game
I have no shame, no shit and a good aim
Not samey-same, got my own views, my own brain
In the imagination of heaven, for all my life I am froze
And now you all know how it goes.