And shoot that shit like a crazy ho
Possum, that shit dead up upon that road
I don't know, steeping sorta low
Walk-in the store then I'm just out leaving
Can't control my lasting regressions
My top and my possessions
Upholstering my perception
Of lost things in the distance
Watched the Lord of Rings
Tell you that you not ever so
Passing shoot some b for the roll
Ask bout about my trees, Hella smoke
I can't find myself without my lover