words. You're like a part of me that only I can see. You're even with me when I'm all alone. The people stop and stare, they say that no one's there. Maybe we're better when we're on our own. Cause
I'm going backwards through time at the speed of light. I'm yours – you're mine – two satellites, not alone. No, we're not alone. A freeze-frame of your eye in the strobe light. Sweat dripping
. I'm back up in this, feelin tremendous lenses darker than the tint on my benzes. I got ya bitch flippin like a gymnast. She told me take my glasses off but she looks horrendous. Caravans on my face
I have an idea that you are here. I had the idea that you were near. I have an idea that you are here. I had the idea that you were. Near. . Could it be you're here (x4). . Here!. . Here!
I have an idea that you are here. I had the idea that you were near. I have an idea that you are here. I had the idea that you were. Near. . Could it be you're here (x4). . Here!. . Here!
