Heather H.

Always, Mama Cass
P.S. Rest in piss!

H-Train & Mama C's To-Do List for when we get out of Jail:

1. Make some music or some money
2. Find models for wives
3. Move to Paris, shoot some heroin & fuck with the stars
4. Rob a bank with Creeper, Woody, Joshie, & Cam Cam
5. Get good jobs
6. Olde English
7. Sign up for FAFSA
8. See The Road
9. Eat Steak at a tacky restaurant like Outback
10. Get our tatts
11. & piercings
12. Go to the End of the World tour
13. Graduate college
14. Get Married (Squared)
15. Create Nuclear bombs
16. Obtain a Caravan
17. Take over the world
18. Delorean Flux Capacitor
19. Bowie's sperm
20. Make Glint
21. Oakland, CA



Ain't no way to explain or say
How painful the hangover was today
In front of the toilet, hands and knees
Trying to breathe in between the dry heaves
My baby made me some coffee
Afraid that if I drink some it's probably coming right back out me
Couple of advil, relax and chill
At a standstill with how bad I feel
I think I need to smell fresh hair
So I stepped out the back door and fell down the stairs
The sunlight hit me dead in the eye
Like it's mad I gave half the day to last night
My bad sight made me trip on my ass right into that patch of grass like that's life
All of a sudden, I realize something
The weather is amazing, even the birds are bumpin'
Stood up and took a look and a breath
And there's that bike that I forgot that I possessed
Never really seen exercise as friendly
But I thing something's telling me to ride that slow speed
The brakes are broken, it's alright
The tires got air and the chain seems tight
Hopped on and felt the summertime,
It reminds me of one of them Musab lines like:

Sunshine, sunshine, it's fine
I feel it in my skin, warming up my mind,
Sometimes you gotta give in to win,
I love the days when it shines, whoa let it shine

If I could I would keep this feeling in a plastic jar
Bust it out whenever someone's actin' hard
Settle down, barbecue in the backyard
The kids get treats and old folks get classic cars
Every day that gets to pass is a success
Every woman looks better in a sun dress
The sunshine's an excuse to shoot hoops, get juice
Show improve their moves and let loose
I hear voices, I see smiles to match 'em
Good times and you can feel it in the fashion
Even though the heat cooks up the action
The streets still got butterflies
Enough kids to catch 'em
Ridin' my bike around these lakes man
Feelin' like I finally figured out my escape plan
Take it all and the day started off all wrong
Somehow now that hangover is all gone
Ain't nothing like the sound of the leaves
When the breeze penetrates these southside trees
Leanin' up against one, watchin' the vibe
Forgettin' all about the stress, thanking god I'm alive

It's so simple, I had to keep the song simple

When I get home I'm gonna open all the windows
Feelin' all right, stopped at a stop sign
A car pulled up, bumpin' Fresh Prince's Summertime