An Ill Jest - Ty Segall

Hey, flower, why do you grow so slow?

Does it spit for the sky?

I love you so

Hold the soft hand of the red sun

And drift away until your troubles are done

Hey, mister, what troubles you so slow

It (?)

The river runs and I grim the skies

But the blue, blue, blue, blue river lights up the sky

Sweet-sweet bright, sweet-sweet bright

Hey you, don’t be so slow

(?) to your (?)

I’ll just, yeah, I’ll just, yeah, yeah