Roll On

Lauren Hill slow songs thrill, they pop like a fast moving pill, I am flopped on top of a junk food bill, and running with a skunk who tells me to take in my fill- like leading um' on into my dream, I create a festering lean, I rank every thought in order of how I like it, and prep for a long time that's gonna break all the cycles. Striding with my shrine, as I shock a spine, revitalize and prime- as I preen and primp and chimp- as I act like a pimp, I black out and gimp, skimp out on my dying moment because death is no shrimp!