Blurry places, that's how we hurried cases, it's not pretend, want you to comprehend these gems and mend these worried faces, sips of thunderbird, I gripped it as I splurged, I saw the purge, but I heard, I'm reserved to swerve, to pits I cannot miss, diss bliss with every kiss, that's how we switched to a *****, pitched in every ditch, and so I hear you not, travel to my spot, but soon regret cause my jet left you to rot.