I ain't sure but I been told he's baking cakes inside our souls, stayed awake, took a nap, got myself my bottles back i break them now down on the street walk around on my own damn feet i do not need you to tell me that i'm not a cat, i caught a ride, we caught some air, he's never going to cut his hair, we take more time to make a fake, we night swam down in the lake, washed the dirt off our intentions and prattle on about bad inventions.
Milou