i remember how i went all around the world twice
in search for something sugar and nice
went half away up to heaven and got knock down in quarantine
remember how i went sent to retirement . after that being coma in a month
thought it would be such bored but i find myself being pampered
yeah i recall it felt like living like a collective and there wore so many souls i connected with
and now in retrospect i really approcherade how well i was treated in the retirement
the thing is i dont walk like Ari , I get down like Cardi when i have an fit just like you deliver hit
i get tantrums and fits - the consequences of living with a seizure that you cant cure is that it might be hard to deal with friends but i like us to be , our happy ends because every touch , like - mend ...
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