Lyrics 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 so
Did the porcupine (?)
(?) And I dream the skies
About the blue, blue, blue, blue, blue lights of the sky
Sweet-sweet bright, sweet-sweet bright
Hey, (?)
(?) To your (?)
I'll just, yeah, I'll just, yeah, yeah