Slothman

Sun on my neck

Sand in my shoes

Ice in my veins

Till it all melts, dude (yeah)

He wake up round noon

Calls that "early"

Flip-flops, cracked phone

Eyes all swirly

Half-finished tattoo

Peelin' on his shoulder

Says "life slow-cooked

Tastes better when it's older"

Walks like syrup

Poured down a ramp

One hand on a burrito

Other on a stamp

"Rain check, rain check"

For the rent, for the plan

Every clock on the wall

Just shrugs at this man

Slothman

Sunburned king of the back-lot sand

Red nose, cooler in his lazy hand

World run laps, he just kills the fan

(ohh)

Slothman

Let the whole damn day drag on

Showin' up late till the crowd moved on

Still he smiles like he right on plan

Slothman

Back-alley beach party

Keg in a kiddie pool

Neighbors on the balcony

Arguin' about school

He still settin' up speakers

Three hours past dark

Tang of stale beer

Smell of lighter fluid sparks

Verse stuck in traffic

On the tip of his tongue

Every rhyme binges

Every rhythm laid drunk

He say, "Why rush joy?

Why chase that train?"

While he roll one more thought

Let it marinate his brain (hey)

Slothman

Sunburned king of the back-lot sand

Red nose, cooler in his lazy hand

World run laps, he just kills the fan

(so slow)

Slothman

Let the whole damn day drag on

Showin' up late till the crowd moved on

Still he smiles like he right on plan

Slothman

He miss the wave

Still hums the foam

He miss the bus

Walks himself home