Radio Transmission #732 

Ever since I was a kid

Felt like I am from a ship

You could see it in my face

Yeah I come from outer space

Blowing out 808's

I find comfort in the bass

Sucking smoke out of a vase

Youth of the United States

Trapped inside the drums and claps

Since I graduated

Ever since we've been locked in

Feeling so impatient

Take the bud off of the stem

Burn it and inhale it

Asked my plug if they were good

But they still gotta mail it

I've been fine all this time

Cause I put more smoke inside

I don't cry I am fried

Wonder if this is my prime

Travel with a rhythmic stride

Of The Soul I could not lie

Music is what gave me pride

Never again will I hide