This is a song about "Kafka on the shore"

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

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Light the way, lead us on

That's word to my mom

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

Him away/ is the day my life will be erased / call it dooms day if i choose to

Its like draggin myself to shore

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

Verbally assault and cause wars shore to shore

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

East shore part emcee part sword

For this, i thank the lord

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I just realized all i was doing was running along the shore!

Your lucky i don't kill you and drop you off at the shore,

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for