All you do is talk
Put the work in
I don't need a blindfold I close the curtains
Mind drift in outer space, soul searching
This a closed case they caught the kid with no face
Zezehana heavy dollars in the Colgates
These the teeth that spit that cholera
Never into moderation, industry, or foreplay
This the type of sound you cannot correlate
I been cut out frames, but by 24 my motion look like 4k
State lines pushing music product through the doorway
Quarter in the tank quarter pound in the glove
On the 65 moving with the MOB send your flowers send doves
15 all I heard was static in my dreams
15k
15 all I heard was static in my dreams
15k* through the TV screen