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Red Blood American
Red Blooded American
Red Bloody American
Red Bleeding American
Land of the Free
Home of the brave
we really is meaning
full where else will It go
To be more free is not independent from responsibility
who is getting paid for this not whose expense it is…
Gravity,
all I ask for is sanity!
Peace of mind for everybody.
The earth freezes
underneath the diseases
that makes my knees quake,
my heart break
and the music waits
like how fake
wheezes
off a love sick guitar pick,
prick tease, hard to please
and I’m sorry nobody believes in these
who’s who
just to drop a few
news names games
blames gangs
There are reasons why
I’m paranoid.
He said,
“You totally want to fuck him,
I can tell by that laugh.”
And instantly I became a poetic [Mis.print].
So you claimed you were just kidding
And he begins…
“sometimes it gets so easy to forget which side of the window
you’re on. America gave me plenty of places I didn’t really need to go.
wide eyed they would say ‘just like in on the road right!?’ Sometimes.
On nights when jazz played and we whisked by America in cars and on
trains. The story would leave them with big grins and starry eyes.
Sal paradise is out there. Go get him boys.”
That is some humanly heavy shit. Come on, in, don’t let the cat out. Unfortunately the lights are all off and the little plastic stars (the ones where if you squint real hard they look real just like in that movie my mom would like) are never bright enough. I don’t know. What is he? Neither do you. Of course it feels nice but It is just a promise. Two look back twice or something. Like that? The patterns emerge and justice is served straight from the pit of my stomach - the good ol- can you re:aquaint this late? How do I promise you that forevers mean. Last night? I thought you knew but you looked so surprised. Annoyed at the clock. Afraid that she’d seen you. Whenever you do get back - this is my mix tape to you - I hope you’ll love it!
(the us I mean)
you can’t be against America,
determined to live longer then they promised here in the
oh my dear I couldn’t love you
enough.
I’m sure you remember.
I can still here you. I tried so hard to forget but I can hear his voice under the music.
I ached [like It] again. I’ll probably ask for more than you can give at some point. Maybe I already did.
I’ve spent years doing this. Saving water, being apart. (I’m sure you know I really mean "so what’s new with you")
can’t pay attention to memories -remote- turn off the TV and speak to me directly everynight at dinner.
Father, forgive the us
But you’re right Guy- we are the dollars and cents (and we’re spent)
Feed your dreams kid, it’s worth it! It’s not anger or jealousy or hurt. Just understanding
“hey man, I’ve been there!” the point is I should have known better about It. So I’m left.
With little to say and plenty to think about, I hope you see and never want to go back.
ground zero. I understood that all my years become gorgeous misgivings about sinful people I could very easily forget. Why don’t you then? A marketing ploy that I want no part of-like, be your Nico and shit. So be cool brotha man- just let them...
alien's land
and feel like a ghost floating around demanding some attention
these are the letters to myself…
So just fucking get over It.
Red Blooded American
Red Bloody American
Red Bleeding American
Land of the Free
Home of the brave
we really is meaning
full where else will It go
To be more free is not independent from responsibility
who is getting paid for this not whose expense it is…
Gravity,
all I ask for is sanity!
Peace of mind for everybody.
The earth freezes
underneath the diseases
that makes my knees quake,
my heart break
and the music waits
like how fake
wheezes
off a love sick guitar pick,
prick tease, hard to please
and I’m sorry nobody believes in these
who’s who
just to drop a few
news names games
blames gangs
There are reasons why
I’m paranoid.
He said,
“You totally want to fuck him,
I can tell by that laugh.”
And instantly I became a poetic [Mis.print].
So you claimed you were just kidding
And he begins…
“sometimes it gets so easy to forget which side of the window
you’re on. America gave me plenty of places I didn’t really need to go.
wide eyed they would say ‘just like in on the road right!?’ Sometimes.
On nights when jazz played and we whisked by America in cars and on
trains. The story would leave them with big grins and starry eyes.
Sal paradise is out there. Go get him boys.”
That is some humanly heavy shit. Come on, in, don’t let the cat out. Unfortunately the lights are all off and the little plastic stars (the ones where if you squint real hard they look real just like in that movie my mom would like) are never bright enough. I don’t know. What is he? Neither do you. Of course it feels nice but It is just a promise. Two look back twice or something. Like that? The patterns emerge and justice is served straight from the pit of my stomach - the good ol- can you re:aquaint this late? How do I promise you that forevers mean. Last night? I thought you knew but you looked so surprised. Annoyed at the clock. Afraid that she’d seen you. Whenever you do get back - this is my mix tape to you - I hope you’ll love it!
(the us I mean)
you can’t be against America,
determined to live longer then they promised here in the
oh my dear I couldn’t love you
enough.
I’m sure you remember.
I can still here you. I tried so hard to forget but I can hear his voice under the music.
I ached [like It] again. I’ll probably ask for more than you can give at some point. Maybe I already did.
I’ve spent years doing this. Saving water, being apart. (I’m sure you know I really mean "so what’s new with you")
can’t pay attention to memories -remote- turn off the TV and speak to me directly everynight at dinner.
Father, forgive the us
But you’re right Guy- we are the dollars and cents (and we’re spent)
Feed your dreams kid, it’s worth it! It’s not anger or jealousy or hurt. Just understanding
“hey man, I’ve been there!” the point is I should have known better about It. So I’m left.
With little to say and plenty to think about, I hope you see and never want to go back.
ground zero. I understood that all my years become gorgeous misgivings about sinful people I could very easily forget. Why don’t you then? A marketing ploy that I want no part of-like, be your Nico and shit. So be cool brotha man- just let them...
alien's land
and feel like a ghost floating around demanding some attention
these are the letters to myself…
So just fucking get over It.