String Cheese Songtext
von Step Brothers

These are age times, these are fine wines
Let′s take it on back to the top, these are grapevines
These are space rhymes, this is slow flow
I kick a rhyme about space and probably never go though
Probably never no show, once a day to set in
If I did, probably be the shit that I be forever regrettin'
We chop confetti on down to smaller pieces
1999, Party down for all releases
Started with the thesis then I end with the conclusion
Order is irrelevant, the purpose is confusion


Using my illusion seeing backdrops and pyro
Tons of marijuana packaged up inside a silo
I was thinking ′bout my rivals and forgotten that I had none
Peaceful shit is dead to me, to me I'm tryna add one
Sniper with the bad gun, AR and a magnum
Rifle in the condo, bullet that'll tag ′em

Carve headstones, throw on the headphones
We wind it back to the top, I write gemstones
Orchestrations that end with a crescendo

Imitations, oregano pretendo
Not that deal, I′m fly on my bicycle wheel
Time to kill, roll to Venice Beach and throw around a pill
Rope down the whale, sun shining, boats out to sail
I'm a little too close to success now to fail
So ride with me on this journey, I′m on my worthy
Coast to coast, big Game James, throw on a derby
California corazon, that's love
I lay in the cut like cortisone