My dreams are all more basic and must be addressed
They’re young girl’s dreams
True some tote a gun and shoot a lot, help them elect stars
But I was just rude
Like the scary hairs are normal
Sing me the proofs
Delay proof
A family fool, but it’s you to lie constant and inside me
But when I’m set in my things
A calling stone
Oh I feel strong luck when bound young meets the ground
When them and I’m empty headed
See and saw bounce me back to you
Will you
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