Don't call
But you do appreciate those humans
Who do come see you perform
And you feel
A deep obligation to them
Absolutely yeah
And I serve them
And I love
I like servitude
I like wanting to give them
Something good
I make the best hash I possibly can
And then I sling it
With everything I've got
I just don't wanna
Hang around afterwards
And talk about it
I just like to do it
If I
If I could just say
Thank you goodnight
Into a moving vehicle
And be ten blocks down the road
Before they get up out of their seats
That would be fine

I'm yelling out a strange van
To strangers who are yelling
I'm strangely feeling happy
While happy seems contagious
Their phones are out and filming
We never see what they see
If I were to put it simply
I could not
Ask my Namey

I guess I see all the time passing
And the past is where we left it

High school friends are gone
We left the scene to find ourselves
Inside a strange dream
Living inside tinted windows
Thinking where did all the friends go

People are alive
To be the strength in my own life

I guess there's babies making babies
And there's babies making music

Yet organisms mutate
Til the human race begins again
I am not a sinner
So sober I stay
In blankets yet to rise again
Through Oakland onto Daly City
To rise again
Through Oakland onto Daly City
To rise again
Through Oakland onto Daly City
Foggy hills begs a pretty penny
I know its real
But money doesn't make me feel

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Spotted in the San Francisco Gay Area Lyrics as written by Volly Blaze Jamey Blaze

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