Snurfs Up

[Verse: Sims] Uh-uh Dream the fever but y’all seem defeated All follow the leader then all feet proceeded to say They’ve really seen it but we still can’t believe it Our fathers seeded the odd fodder So the Mod Squad believin' that the mob thought would treat 'em But nah ahh you’re dreamin' Now you’re “who me?’in'” Who thought that Bob Dobalina was the deus ex machina Obvi to me that it’s count down to pizza Not our fault for bein' my fault, I’m just saying J. Bieber getting weirder, or we’re all getting normal Or getting a little lazy or a little fugazi Or a lil old rapper still thinking that it’s ‘08 Maybe wavy, or get worse lucked Anyway turf sucks, trying to surf's up [Verse: P.O.S] Whoa, clock ticks Tryin' to pause, don’t hold off or stop shit Just makes tense, strains to make sense The brain's quick to make the plot thick My mind run away when I’m tryin' to say anything Really I make all of my best and fully trusted guess Tryna find any words as a hobby Truly feelin' like a guest in my own body [Hook: P.O.S, (Sims)] Surf I don’t care what, just gotta coast Feel like I’m gonna burst I won’t let up til I’m a ghost Man, I’m just tryna surf I don’t care what, just gotta coast Feel like I’m gonna burst Yeah, I won’t let up (I won't let up, yeah, yeah) Nah, nah Shoreline (shoreline) or coastline (coastline) Find time, take knots out of the twine Some thoughts are scribbled and some are straight lines Just find time to hang ten of those Shoreline (shoreline) or coastline (coastline) Find time, take knots out the twine Some thoughts are scribbled and some are straight lines Go find time to hang ten of those Burn [?]