journey, man, Jarrett Jack. Got my twin with me like The Parent Trap, there and back. Serenade 'em with the clarinet. I got the tea and I ain't sharin' that. Who the fairest of 'em all? Shawty's been
But it just looks so cold there from the bottom. Another part of another ritual. Standing in the kitchen, arms are braced against the counter. Swallowing like mercury down the drain And the neighbo
I know I'm getting on / and you're so very young / but would you like to stay / until next. Saturday / or sunday? / I'll give you your own room / it's next door to my room / and some. Time in the ni
