woozy times
rollin on that woozy beat
it kinda makes sense
kinda dances
but kinda dizzy
confusing n twitchy
woozy
woozy rhymes
rollin on them woozy chems
it kinda makes sense
it kinda works
but kinda messed up on that perfect selfie
maybe someone gonna like me a little more
if i take just one more
just one more
how many stars you gonna rate my love my body my money
honey, baby
woozy
woozy times
rollin on that woozy beat
kinda drunk kinda high
but half assed sober
like the ones up on the throne slouched over
who know how close they are to coming down
how heavy and unsteady lies the crown
woozy
woozy lines
rollin on them woozy screens
the armies of our unresolved grievances are stirring
marching down the streets of our lives
kinda lockstep
but kinda staggering kinda lost
slobbering on the hate we feed them
woozy
woozy times
across the static
across the sidewalk
the curbs
the traffic
the faces in cars passing
the panic, the peace, the laughter
windows down
punk rock belted
hip hop blasting
on the far side the other side
we see them laughing
a language we can’t understand
but a smile that’s beaming
behind the flashing screens we sit
and want that happiness
but in these woozy times
will it ever happen
hands clenched tight into fists
holding nothing but trips
cramping
like we waiting
for some perfect easy answer
for the always open palms of a savior
to come down and lift us up
when our hands our souls
will open
if we just let go
these woozy times
we grasping
heat flow 