what about it, the yellow or pbs?
if i should fall asleep i hear you following me
down the way
on the way
yours and mine have been happening for some time.
a witness to your success, dressing the show
the snow and window window on skid row
culver city turning yellow from a tainted soul
looking to land a price a job a gig a spot a sale
putting it together you flow
cherry nice.
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