Half A Canyon

Ah, shit, baby, canyon bro', your life is worked in Dream about the witch trials You get all too lot of pepper in your forecast Beneath the shady mezzanine keep it when you want to belong July fourth, raging fortune, dream about the witch trials Send in the romance of people with their dreadlocks Tied like windshields in the night Keep it when you want to belong I keep my head on for pretty jades I keep my head up for ships and shades I keep my head up for bitchy braids I keep my head up for guilty ray Woah, woah, my God I can't believe I am still going My God I can't believe I am still going Allee, allee, allee, allee, allee, allee, allee, allee