This is a song about "Kafka on the shore"

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Demons in my dreams, i keep seeing my body wash up on a shore

' alright, already, the show goes on

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Now concentrate until you get the juice

You cant grab on whats on the news

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Your beautiful hair gets to me like im finally at shore

Shore you got drive, don't turn fake on they ass

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I was flooded through the fucking swimming pool now that i am washed up to shore i am killing you

Best friends in hospital i dont know what to do,go to some bitches house and just screw,

That's word to my mom

"hurry up, the cams on,

You're dirty like the jersey shore with those orange hoes.

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes