one day i will go to the neighborhood
where all my friends are employed
staying good is hard in the process
i reached upon the knob for the nonsense
laugh, a wide feet walk cycle cycling
to main street ma aimed me and sighted them
i’m aware of what the sign says,
i’m aware of what the signs says
but we’re fine, i’m hiding plus it’s night and
the lighting isn’t right friend,
it’s good to see you though
when asleep, conjure scenes of unlikely
adventures to tie me, down down down
there i move a little lightly,
fair to think it began with a frightening
not sauced without all those
shows that’ll fall low,
into the mix of a double futon
grow quick if your thinking
quiet on set spirals i need a round up
cram clown car buildup back i found one
more space, frown when my
snore tastes bad that’s obvious,
but PT Flea my buddy so im sorry bug
caught a crumb last wednesday at the freezer
squeezed the juice back to last year
im just tryna get back
im just tryna get back
just don’t know how to ask
im just tryna get back
im just tryna get back
just don’t know how to ask
no view had me wasting the pressure im solid
the spirit in ledger together we aimed to be honest
collected a signet big head devin had palmed it
skip to the end and then rip it and tape it to start shit,
bouncing between two vacant apartments
looping the complex hot head alarmist,
really anxious…
took a giraffe so i fumbled the patience
then i found myself on the ruby yacht shining too
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Puissant théâtre de sensations , de mondes furtifs et partagés
Ces sons habitent les espaces aveugles de la perception là où l'autre raison chemine eleie