baby; ya jingling

(good times in santa barbara. photo by k stone)


(gotta love the coast in the winter time...California's dope)

Inside was a note saying that we got to pick up the paste/
Cause there's too many rabbits tryna get in the race/
Makes me sick in the face and stomach/
Shoes ain't laced by they all tryna run it/
Did it, done it, kick it and pun it/
Whatever it's good however you put it/
I'm a a hundred dolla bills in a haystack cousin, want it?/
You can have it los as your stop confrontin/
Ya jingling/
Baby (right, right, right)
[-t c k]