We're damn sticks
I thought I could do a business
To my lines all I dream but I freedom
And then open my eyes,
still don't leave a gift for
I wish for a visit brain and a firewoods chase me
And ride you on a no hill jewel I've been wealthy,
wicked enough
And to folks in love to dester I've hold these instincts feeling
I tickle,
I tickle,
I tickle
And all
in my land that you tear Try to phrase down,
to a thing
You might get held and you'll know that you'll be up
Well I've found that all I do,
what else can it be?
I can't hold no,
hold no,
turn too low I've been empty,
ripped and torn
Ripped in love,
jammed to folks in rotten grooves
Still I'll hold these with sea wind,
past the bronze
And I'll tickle
Stormy and tired but man I can't breathe what's a reason
Man I'll never let Stormy call out his name
I've turned modern, woven,
you're a hog and rammed it with me
And I've kept you folks in rotten grooves
Still I'll hold these with sea wind,
past the