Climb These Cliffs

I don't know why the sky is blue I don't know why I write these tunes But with a vibe like this I'm a climb these cliffs So I'll be there for you Well, how you doin' bro What's up man Chillin', I'm cool It's hot as hell I'm thinkin' 'bout takin' A dip in a pool F**kin' nice I'm 'bout to hit the beach And roll me a fatty And grab a case of that cold shit You know where to catch me Welcome to the jungle by the beach Where the sea sounds gorgeous Three night owls been cookin' In their treehouse fortress With them fresh herbs Bet the whole pound got blazed Escape that nine to five Perpetual groundhog day We just glide off the runway Charge tracks like far laps Smell another steak When I step out on the tarmac Convertible cruisers In a tropical summer We don't have all the answers But we got one another And these warm waters Have broken up my colder days On a piece of driftwood Soaking up these solar rays My god, this works To revert that old feeling My own therapeutic version Of the soul healing My crib's crew I'm chillin' rhyme in my igloo My music mediterranean Come dive in this big blue Bohemian balcony Bliss been bent with absinthe I stroll through my life Like a Jim Henson Labyrinth Walk with me I don't know why the sky is blue I don't know why I write these tunes But with a vibe like this I'm a climb these cliffs So I'll be here for you I don't know why the sky is blue I don't know why I write these tunes But with a vibe like this I'm a climb these cliffs So I'll be there for you Hey yo, I'm fresh out the woodworks Carvin' a masterpiece Painting a paradise of audio archery The paper plane architect Stoned on a house boat Reporting live from Our home in the South Brook Turn off your televisions Walk with me, talk with me Behold the elements Palm trees and pelicans So climb cliffs When they place those bricks Get up, hold your head up And don't take no shit 'cause today, I ain't got a Worry in the world I'm that local... ... with my girl Little finger in the air Like throw a dog a bone 'cause Macka ain't an actor I'm a poet on a throne I'm a christmas f**king carol I'm a lonely night on a beach I'm a simple Dutch And I'm a complex brother With motherf**kin' A.D.D. And I don't know Why I roll like this I don't know why my soul exists And I don't know If I told you this But you can bet your bottom dollar Brother, I'll be there for you I don't know Why I roll like this I don't know why my soul exists And I don't know If I told you this But you can bet your bottom dollar Brother, I'll be there for you I don't know why the sky is blue I don't know why I write these tunes But with a vibe like this I'm a climb these cliffs So I'll be there for you I don't know why the sky is blue I don't know why I write these tunes But with a vibe like this I'm a climb these cliffs So I'll be there for you