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I thought this was an instrumental.

Could've been better if I just relaxed though

Gave a little vulnerable stat like how short I am

when I come from various backgrounds

fade with a pat down let your feet down in a cat town

A smack now and again

There's a crack now and I'm in a bath

But never was I in.

Let the beat down

It's funny how violence and sex sound so similar from an open mouth.

No wonder children are born with tendencies

from young yells yapping yellow in youth fill rooms with couths getting ready to burst as they keep the minorities first I don't.

Mates,

I could be a little more surrealistic as ballistic missiles fly off in the distance.

On my wish list is a Christmas, I want to spend it with my misses in fishneta.

A blackness from the cashless world, a week off from all business.

Getting a hell lot of crazies in their thirties or the forties maybe not fifties, or sixties

I track back vehemently to the back of the

My dragon be a mild sense of panic when a ferrel Meryl Streep come along in a Santa Claus suite.

She doesn't know a camel from a desert eagle and cleaning the barrel getting ready to cry as it shoots.

Out come the faece it's essential sensual tele-mentionable and I get out in a cold strike.

Yea

This is an experiment, I got a lot of food on my plain bread it's a matter for the lady by the door eating pepper mint.

She's in a high glass heel so tall like a tall grass hiding all my fellow mellow yellow mates.

I can be a little nerdy, and you can't tell me to give up on my birdy.

That's bird as in bird to the nick name given to the jazz sax player the one and only, Charlie.

Anyways.

Can you be a little softer.

Not to belittle my already brittle ego.

Though sour goes well with emo, my crumbled heart of carton will be no more.

All the days with a soggy heart, slipping in a doggy park, bark bark.

Counting on a blind luck that's a muck keep it all within a sack of summerly love.

My my, truth in a disguise. I already know it's a mis-diagnosis. Cuz doc's got a nose that's so enormous won't fit in a closet and you know it.

You could taste it, you could blow it.

To be honest. It's a fucked up world and we call it Earth. Like a turd.

To orbit an energy sucking in gravity family better be following Shaolin flow and fall in fauling water, be water, be father, be mother, beloved song.

Half a century worth of time is nothing to be afraid.

Raid the police cradle your third niece.

Is it time to look at the poor fees?

Is it time to shoot up a colony of cancer cells with a laser and cheee.

Mo songs he needs. My grand da before his old knees give.

Inability to tear a packet of crisps open. Walker's or lay's is his token and I'm broken cuz.

Once I get ahold of how bold and cold my hole is, I'd like to know how bad it will get.

If your mind fit.

Don't divorce in a fit.

If your mind fit.

Don't divorce in a fit.

If your mind fit.

I thought this was an instrumental

Could've been better if I just relaxed though

Gave a little vulnerable stats like how short I am

when I come from various backgrounds

Fade with a pat down let your feet down in a cat town

A smack now and again

There's a crack now and I'm in a bath

But never was I in.

Let the beat down

It's funny how violence and sex sound so similar from an open mouth.

No wonder children are born with tendencies

from young yells yapping yellow in youth fill rooms with couths getting ready to burst while they keep the minorities first.

I don't.