Hehe Yeah yeah yeah Reminiscin last year about Keisy, remember her? Came to my crib lookin for some platonic friendship Gave me the blue balls askin
Get me out of this prison man, Let me run run run run run I am blind, but I can dream I can I can (repeat 1) Where's that diamond ceiling That I keep
the 3 month ride sticks in your mind as though the insides of your head were a big screen. and coming in on a evening wind. it's the unmistakable scent
: Your grips fallen. I'm fallen, we've fallen beyond. Expired, we've acquired platonic disease. No jury, your cause. Speak laws afford the bigot. Back