I shut my gutter eyes.
I send a letter.
holy shit, I can't believe Sam reads this dumb blog.
my luxury is how I break this home.
choke on vodka with me.
NBA playoffs, nothing.
tell me your thoughts on liberty.
this shit is as red as my blood.
Drip from my pen.
and be under me.
the bridge of the song is different than the bridge of the travel.
tambourine, shut your eyes and go to sleep and burn the past tonight.