Saturday, September 3, 2011

How ya gunna explain

Now watch it flow
As it spills upon ya
Gotta keep that look upon your face
You’ll never trust yourself
As you slip into the psychedelic

Its now Im not
And Ill never be
A patsy to your lies
You’ll never trust me
As the clouds close their eyes

They set the price to high?
This time they got it right
It will give me so much pleasure
You’ll never trust them
A look on angels wings mean you’ll die

Slam down a tequila or two
Upturn your glass on the bar
Stare down any mother fucker
I’ll never trust anyone
Four horsemen turn and walk away

Suckle on tit
For the pleasure of two
A cartridge less spent
Never trust never
The illusion is you

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