Pack Your Bags, We're Going On A

I Know I Should Be Leaving This Climate, I've Got A Verse, But Can't Rhyme It.

My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus. It's That Kind Of Morning.

Found A Shaman In A Diaper With A Poppy Pot. When I Asked If He Was Cold, He Said Just Think Hot.

Go Fast Enough To Get There, But Slow Enough To See.

Tell Me Where Are The Flashbacks They All Warned Us Would Come?