conflicting emotions jim
beaming around this town
he’s got these reasons i can’t
confound. you can smile or you can
laugh with him. cause in the end
we’re steeped unsounded
in his grease
i can sing my wisdom
or my caddy songs
but i always i result
to ancient calls
i have patterns
and i have my doubts
but one things certain
is unending drought
a gift of a cup of
a life to fill
i got this sound
and spreading
out no guilt
and it goes
phone drops in the *** roast
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
conflicting emotions jim
beaming around this town
he’s got these reasons i can’t
confound. you can smile or you can
laugh with him. cause in the end
we’re steeped unsounded
in his grease
i can sing my wisdom
or my caddy songs
but i always i result
to ancient calls
i have patterns
and i have my doubts
but one things certain
is unending drought
a gift of a cup of
a life to fill
i got this sound
and spreading
out no guilt
and it goes
phone drops in the *** roast
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