This is for looking back, to understand where I came View take a snapshot let me stand in the frame Growing up, I was nothing but a fan of the game With a spark, a friend said let it fan into flames S
Just one more mornin' I had to wake up with the blues Pulled myself outta bed, yeah Put on my walkin' shoes Went up on the mountain To see what I could see The whole world was fallin' Right down in f
Come here, baby, in front of the fire I'd like to look into your eyes Loosen your clothes, get out of that seat Come and feel my body heat Because when I get back home And see you sitting by the fire
I was takin a trip out to L.A. Toolin along in my cheverolet Tokin on a number and diggin on the radio Just as I crossed the Mississippi line I heard that highway start to whine And I knew that left
[?] is part of the planet but I'm a sick individual that'll take her to the land of Oz Brain sicker than a book of the bumblebee Give her sodomy then get the tools outta garage So da ba sheka neda dek
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