There's a lot of other things I'd probably get into.
I don't, I don't, um...
I don't know.
I mean, we will do another one.
To choose your love,
it's like,
what's the safer way to take drugs?
A post-court,
it's like crystal,
it's not the alcohol
that got you stuck off the drunk love of the game.
Staring at race in the rally rain.
Routines, blind turns, I'm a believer, so
I let God take the wheels, burn.
I hope on and peace finds you.
It's hard to speak openly as a king and talk bountiful lifestyles.
They'd rather bitch and war whisper towns,
so I'm picking crowns.
This is God's clone.
I'm somewhere different like Milano.
Somewhere different, somewhere different.
To choose your love,
it's like,
what's the safer way to take drugs?
Somewhere different, somewhere different.
Somewhere different, somewhere different.
To choose your love,
it's like,
what's the safer way to take drugs?
Even the sound disappears in my silence revered book of poems.
I write the murder dream clean,
mesmerized serene.
I got a crystal girl,
all she do is look for stones.
She said collectively they show the fragments of bones.
Of all war settlers,
how they used to keep the stones under their helmets,
bullets repelling them.
They had a reason to drink, life was weary.
The night shift makes shifts, cemeteries.
Sound asleep by bushes on creeks,
fly fleet,
how we meet on grounds and deep small vows.
This is God's clone.
I'm somewhere different like Milano.
Somewhere different, somewhere different.
To choose your love,
it's like,
what's the safer way to take drugs?
Somewhere different.
To choose your love,
it's like,
what's the safer way to take drugs?