Purple Haze - ft. Hippo & Harps

Homeless in paradise, it's never that clean    
Home free, since I was a middle-aged teen  
Purple haze trees, as my life's infrastructure    
Smelling the scent, of my bohemian subculture    
Playing along the boardwalks of Venice Beach    
Passersby, all the time just begging to screech    
Their rude undertones, as they sip on their latte    
Surely, I was a given, for a dope smokin' runaway    
   
I must admit, I am a drunk    
I will admit, I did love punk    
I won't admit, I'm not a hot spunk    
Have to admit, at skool I did flunk    
I'll suck it up, to make a quick buck    
But, will you admit, you're a flaming schmuck?    
   
Living in paradise, was forever my scene    
Hassle-free start to my touring routine    
Purple haze shades, my life now has structure    
You see the success, of my worldwide pop culture    
Gracing stages of past fame, always to a beat    
Fanatical fans always be wanting to meet    
Sifting my bin, for stuff I've worn, this be stalking    
I'm the greatest musical queen, I've heard them talking    
   
I must admit, I am a drunk    
I will admit, I did love punk    
I won't admit, I'm not a hot spunk    
Have to admit, at skool I did flunk    
I'll suck it up, to make a quick buck    
But, will you admit, you're a flaming schmuck?    
   
Hurting in paradise, for wherever I'm seen    
Hitting trees, I ditched my last limousine    
Injecting purple haze into my veins, now I’ve suffered    
On Youtube, my once famous sculpture is buffered    
Fooling around, the dirty strips, never that discreet    
With my purple haze shades, I was fast on my feet    
Families, not mourning, nor crying, putting me 6 feet under    
Atlantic contracts, royalties accrued, now easy to plunder    
In departing my last scene, I'd become fatally unstuck    
Because of how I'd been living, as a dim-witted, schmuck.