Crooked lips, dry as your words, bitter as you taste, none of it makes sense but here we are again.
Pop another one and I'm hooked just like last September's night in,
Flush it out, time is ticking, I will cut again as long as you stay in your lane.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
Crooked lips, dry as your words, bitter as you taste, none of it makes sense but here we are again.
Pop another one and I'm hooked just like last September's night in,
Flush it out, time is ticking, I will cut again as long as you stay in your lane.
