…I stand firm for a soil I lick a rock off foil So reduce me, seduce me, Dress me up in Stüssy. Confused by different memories, Details of Asian remedies Conversations, of what’s become of enemies. My brain thinks bomb-like, So I listen he’s a calm type. As I grow And as I grow, I grow collective. Before the move sit on the perspective..
Well the problem with this see I don’t understand You say you’ll come with me but you don’t take my hand The sun set on this town only hours ago Though it feels like this evening don’t want to come slow