Up the ante, up shift the Lamborghini
shut up and give me what I need, I'm speedy
from dawn till dusk it's just all luck completely
from one once, to two ounces of weed really
love over easy, normally peeled in the evening
I was believing, see me believing my thinking
envision a seafaring greeting bottled and beaten
In ink even, says it brings freedom past some teaching
it's silent, no noise screaming from any ceilings
(I ask what's meaning without reasoning by elitists)
this brings me to knees, singing along with weeping
rinsing me inside, instincts were wrong lifelong. I'm sinking
re-syncing cycles pause: The song Sonata on....I'm wrinkling.
This opera god
Does not belong
Give me a clean spirit.
I pray thee God.
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