Culpa pie • (remix) • GOD sustain akadion

I wanna crash with Froggy-boy, but he swears he’s too fly for me—

pewt-pewt!—he’s leapin’ the yard while I slip out to take a pee.

I lap a drool-kiss on his noggin’ when his beads blink up at me—

then whoosh—back to bed, man, when I slide Back-to-Sleep.

I catch him hoppy-hoppin’ (bump-bump-bump, yeah) on a tipsy little tree,

crowns himself leafy king, brimmin’ with dizzy glee.

Yet I know, way down, underneath that spring-hop pride,

he’s just lonesome-tea like me, so I keep him curled by my side.

Moon-milk pours silver, stars switch on with gleam…

I’m drift-driftin’ again, slippin’ deep into dream—

me and my slick-green amigo, runnin’ this whole supreme scene,

and we swore it stays that way ev’ry time I swoop Back-to-Sleep.

Sailin’ on cloud-mats, under disco-ball haze,

groovin’ / movin’ in slow-spin, in pure neon-syrup daze.

Me and my hop-bud, losin’ the chronologic chase,

runnin’ eternal weekend while I crash Back-to-Sleep.

(And round it flips...)

Yeah, I still wanna spoon with Frog, but he says he’s grade-A cheese above me—

ribbit-ribbit!—he’s blastin’ the yard while I tiptoe out for a free pee.

I smooch a slick lick ‘cross his dome when his big bulb eyes roll free,

then float-plop into bed whenever I blink Back-to-Sleep.