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Hot Water Music A Flight And A Crash

Here's one of time passed of a flight and a crash, over and again, In Boulder and San Francisco, a halfway house pack home Back out of his head. Out searching

Here's one of time passed of a flight and a crash, over and again, In Boulder and San Francisco, a halfway house pack home Back out of his head. Out

with a shake and a bang to resurrect a dead beat, rhythm of a slant and a pose of chivalry that's far front its best, so over-rated, so bits and pieces

lies you find. Pull them inside out drowning them with haste in mind. Arm yourself with retrospect and cut into the face through its deceiving eyes. Dissect and

gas flames. Still in a haze. Not walking dead, but alive and I'm fed. Still hungry for more. 'Cause before I wake again, I toss and I turn again and

White white walls and hospitals, all of us feel trivial and relative, tentative and waiting for our own white white walls and hospitals, all of us feel trivial and

Shut me I've done you wrong, mocked you and broke your home, carried an as a king to a throne, and I know, I loathed. Yet I've reconciled my faith with

happened. Am I up in ail that's happening because I'll ride this one out until the end. Lick our wounds and sew them all shut, draw them tight, swallow pride, and

full of dirt from a nigga puttin in work Can't understand a command niggaz, patrolin to turf Gotta get it while the water's hot and fill up your pot