I had a bad trip last year off of some potent edibles I made and it made me feel like I saw the other world (whatever it may be, lol). But being the “lazy but talented” guy I perceive myself to be, I don’t have the time or energy to become a spiritual leader of any kind.

And despite everything I think I’ve learned about the world, I still don’t fully understand myself.

I live in the capital city of my country (Nassau, Bahamas)…usually sipping lean…which means I’m LEANING like the CAPITAL letter in Hyundai’s logo.

And in true Japanese fashion due to the Hyundai reference, thanks to my lean I’m like “Good morning and goodnight hoe! (Ohaiyo gozaimas/oyasumi nasai)

The song was not meant to force her to speak to me or convince her to want to be with me. It was simply me expressing myself the only way I know how, through music.

And despite the fact that I’ve been hurt several times, I keep going back for more…like a bad kid that’s always in detention or being punished for the same pranks and classroom disruptions.

It’s not a mystery that I derive inspiration and creativity from pain, because I consider myself an artist and my life seems to be in a cliche “starving artist” phase.

I wrote the first 2 verses prior to splitting up with this lady…and was only able to write the third verse after we separated, because I get a great deal of inspiration from pain and heartache.

I’m pleading with her to simply say what it is that she wants, just so that I can give it to her. As I ponder, I’m usually under the influence of a substance trying to think or relax despite the fact that I can’t convince her to be with me.

I do all these things, and still there is something stopping her from giving herself to me fully.

Telling her to speak to me as much as possible and as often as possible as if each time would be our last time speaking to one another.

My big plans for the future involve having enough resources to be able to take her anywhere in the world (just like a passport).

As well as I can take her to places that aren’t physical…as in, new plains of emotion, life, and happiness.

But the choice is hers…

I don’t want her to be with me just because I want to be with her, or because I do nice things or treat her well…I want her to be with me because she can’t live without me…similar the way you can’t travel without your passport.