She cried
Cause I ain’t make plans
But I’m Space ship high
Listening to Space Jams
Up by twenty three
No time
Best not make plans
Around the truth
Watch them breakdance
We are men
We shake hands
Copy
Confirm
Over
And I’m out
Only hybrids
And in da couch
You ever thought
A situation into existence
That every start has a finish
Did I mention
My soul glow
Fluorescent
I thought better
Improved my motor skills
Every little thing
Hurts
Told you my soul for real
Better fit
More appeal
March on your way
April then May
Moved out of New York
My soul Michael Bay
Transformed
Off the stage
Now appear
Like I’m paid
Well I am paid
Loved
And adored
Protected
Red dot
No record
But now that’s it’s over
I know how to move forward
Everyday used to be a flu game
But on the 23rd
I was sober…!!!
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