Hello,
I’m a spot on your record
Below,
All this intimate pressure
Here we are
Two halves of one-
In peace
Honey you seem to know me well,
but I don’t even really know myself
I’m just tryin to find a place called home
If you find it babe pick up the telephone
Mama,
You made a sour son
And I’m trippin
Off your Velvet Tongue
Get down on my Johnson
I’m not jonesing, I’m just on some drugs
Pollinate your blossom; serotonin while we smoke some bud
Hello,
I’m a spot on your record
Below,
All this intimate pressure
Honey you like to kiss and tell
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