Northerns saaaaay so-duh pop! Southerners saaaaay Damn! It’s hot!
My mind has three sections Front Middle And Back And Back is important
In the worst time I always loose focus All these great lines How do I show this Can you rewind
Work hard to Love her and Yourself Don’t be concerned With every body else
I’m in a spiral into ambition And nothing is viral Unless the condition Dances awhile And has a mission
Sometimes we just have to leap Eyes closed Over a river so deep When we erase our thoughts Inside our minds
It’s all just tender expressions Spender of cash On dreadful obsessions Sender of trashed Vocal confessions
If the sun had a brain And decided to go get some tea Would he know that Would be the end of me?
Can start with Difference Everything, you go with Same Do gets This but What remains.... Truth, do not wait
If it’s wanted then you can’t lack It was haunted then grew back So I flaunt it to dream I can ena… Dropping words without facts But somehow I feel and simple and…
Sound in my unwritten cloud Tangled and dripping turned Upside down. And the movement from creation Is glowing westward bond
The grass is green and overgrown The sound machine is Out of tone It’s hard in this world Alone
Everyone is less optimistic Truth is far from simplistic The essence of can’t gets it But then she paid me a visit Made me look at
As I lay dying I can’t help but say I might beat this I may
Just got off work. It’s raining, pretty cloudy. About to go bizirric Unless I blow some loudie.