Little T - Sammy lyrics

Memories in ____ like some tones in my retina. The sound of sweat slipping off the back of Hugh Hefner. Reminds me of the days when eatin' lunch with ol' Sammy. I'd drink apple juice and he would eat "salammie". Um.. on Wonderbread I think with the crust cut off. At the corner of Magilamagloughlen street. I would be seated. He would be spectacle. He may have been a bum but still Sammy was respectable. Telling me stories about the things that he done. Kickin' (____) from a past that was over and gone, was the way Sammy liked to spend his day. (Chorus) And if was alive still, this is what he'd say. It's strange... Lord it's strange.... You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch Two rabbit runnin' in a ditch Woah no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Surprising it may sound to the orbs of the nebula, but Sammy had a theory that his atoms were irregular Twisted maybe (____) crazy in a petri dish Neurological schemes inside the minds of a scientist. Molding forms eatin' worms Sammy told me he's immune to germs. And the monkeys eyes scare him when he's at the zoo Cause monkeys see what you eat and monkeys see what you didn't do Or what you did And Sammy wasn't kiddin' He told me all about the treasures and where they're hidden And Ima go diggin' on a Saturday (Chorus) And if was alive still, this is what he'd say. It's strange... Lord it's strange.... You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch Two rabbit runnin' in a ditch Woah no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Sammy told me that in the end we are infinite. We owe the birds a bee and to the bees we are indebted. That history is set by old llamas who (___) were created from the Castor Oil. Said to follow all my leads til I collect the spoils And conversate with trees cause they bark is truly loyal Like a dog with three legs swimmin' in the ocean I wish this was my wisdom but it's Sammy that I'm quoting Cuz his knowledge was profound In a world full of glitches And Sammy been around since the Season of the Witches. Dropping knowledge on my memory that won't fade away. And if was alive still, this is what he'd say. It's strange... Lord it's strange.... You've got to pick up every stitch You've got to pick up every stitch Two rabbit runnin' in a ditch Woah no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch ....... Must be the Season of the Witch y'all Peace, Sammy.