A slow thump and bass, hugging to the sinews of a wasted fool.
No further wanderings through the chemical highway of a non existant swimming pool.

Slipping back and becoming enveloped by a personified couch.
And then, ah man.
Dose Mellow house beats ouze out.
Chasing away the sweat and highly strung interaction.
Time now, to withdraw within, and gather those paranoid factions.

On the 4.30am session, its cool beats and chill.
As my eyes catch the yellow devil kissing a white gloss window sill.

Yet no one knows the destiny of the slow beat's intent.
Ah man, I'd know, if only the beats would relent.
Da cat on da wheels slips in another gem.
And so!
Its too late man
We're on for a deep session again.