West Coast Walking

All alone is all i've ever been miss when houses felt like a home now more-so abandoned as i walk around these ghost, derealization now im on the west coast starin at the ocean reminds me of these flows Melodies surfin my skull got deep holes here but driftin mold the words no play-doh in rhymes sinkin realest never make the studio like waves they driftin built it up no lego then the blocks crashin catch em then let go like a fishing passion anytime i hold em too close they begin dyin then the water they stay afloat and began rottin or anytime i try to show they're eaten by a moccasin so i catch em then let em go along this beach im walkin