The kid that work down at the local Baskin-Robbins Got a tattoo of a lipstick print attached above his collar I watched him relocating pistachio to a waffle Thinking I had lost the plot if not the pa**ion for the novel He asked me what I wanted, I ordered something daft He said he liked the tattoo Alex drew me of the bats Thanks I like it too but modestly confess In present company, my coloring is not the main event Look at that neck The message is immediate, the guy F's chicks I spent a lot of years making friends with cool artists So when they drew me tattoos I could truly feel important Now some 22 year old inside a cube of brick and mortar Got me questioning my morals and their corny pecking order I should give a sh** less Cherry-No Whip-Yes Lotta years Uh, lotta years The girl that work down at the local juice place Got a head full of dreadlocks down to her waist I watched her add the spinach to the ginger to the grapes My hair was underwhelming, my juice was f**ing great Some lady orders Maca, compliments the locks She asked how many years it took the girl to grow the crop "It took a lot of years and then eventually I cut 'em, kept 'em Reattach 'em anytime I want 'em" My mind's f**ing blown The future is amazing, I feel so f**ing old I bet you clone your pets and ride a hover-board to work I used a folding map to find the juice place in the first These kids are running wild, I'm still recovering from church You should have seen me in the 90s, I could ollie up a curb You should have seen me in the 80s I was bumping New Edition, dragging acne into Hades Lotta years Naw mean? Lotta years