whats really good, gunnars the name and the flows called driftwood, 18 years young so im of age, read as much as you like but you cannot figure me out from my myspace page, you can sense the craze but cant see me through the haze, if you want we can daze in the front seat of your car for days, wont be long till we're swimmin in the supernova of the stars ablaze, seems like no one heeded smokeys warning today, my flows never end like money in deep pockets, so when i get in the zone you cant stop it, and when im zoned out you cant top it, try and get inside my brain and ill shock it like an electrical socket till the only thing you can do is play finger puppets, i may be out of line, but never out of bounds, im just sick in the head like an bulimic anorexic whos tryna gain a couple pounds, matter of fact i came out at 7 pounds, and ive been a king since the instance i crowned.
my future is undecided, fate is unpredictable and you cant fight it, so just sit back pass it to me, i'll light it; we'll think of all the unspoken words before we get the chance forget all that we've learned, karma kicked in and the tables have turned, lets take a risk before we lose the chance that we've earned.
