Wet slick and sticky, boxers cling with our scent
why don't i stay enfolded in her arms?
as she snores those soft sounds I creep to my barn
drift into mexico
People to save other to fry
Redhawk roars, little mouse batter run and hide
a writer stalks his dream
lock up yo bitches
hide the flash
psycho boys on creep
road dog, road hard
and looking for the end to his next chapter
This is a tale told by that idiot wild Bill warns us about
One full of sound and fury and signifying everything
why don't i stay enfolded in her arms?
as she snores those soft sounds I creep to my barn
drift into mexico
People to save other to fry
Redhawk roars, little mouse batter run and hide
a writer stalks his dream
lock up yo bitches
hide the flash
psycho boys on creep
road dog, road hard
and looking for the end to his next chapter
This is a tale told by that idiot wild Bill warns us about
One full of sound and fury and signifying everything
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marigold:
i could conquer the world with a bike like that. my mother gave my bike away unbeknownst to me while i was at school years ago. it would be the perfet opportunity to exact revenge. like bringing home gritty bads boys to spite her. "hi mom, this is my new bike. and i don't wear a helmet to ride it!"
voltaire:
oct 30 at the wiltern.... I'm the opening act of the SG live show that night......