Spain? Yeah I forgot that shit.
Couldn't remember a thing after chic corea passed me a spliff with that Triple Dank Cab Callaway Delux that made him a scientologist.
Shit had me in 11/8.
Shit had me playing the circle of 9ths.
I took 16 bars after chorus and I don't mean for a solo, snipe.
I'm shotgunning xans at the jazz club until I black out and wake up on Green Dolphin street
I fucked myself up so hard during the set the crowd had to shelter-in-place.