This is a song about "Fishing in the 1900s"

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

Miss the risk of fishing digits off a bitches

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Loosing my vision, now i wish i'd never gone fishing

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

Beautiful are thou, africa

In the foreground while i'm in the