You got some sweet love, and a lack of control.
I want a body, babe, but more so a soul.

Please river woman, sink my skin and stone

I want to be all-one, but not alone.

For everything he does. Theres an answer. Dreams of California.
SF Swagger
Macon causes cancer,
he needs malformed blood
cut it
lo-fi swag.
Jump on my fad. I read your moleskin plans.
gotta premonition that reminds me of you
It's just prediction and it's never waiting for you to do, what you do,
because everybody knows what're you're going to do.

We're weak so we binge drink, claim you love me but not capable of love.
I call bull shit, just admit I'm the one.

River raven reminds me we're all strung, sinking, skin, and stone.

I want to be all-one babe but not alone.

Everybody seems to have a buddy who lives in Colorado.
Making moves and puffin on some Medi,
scratchin that DJ lo fi swaggy shit
White boys go out in their kit.
Matching and hatching some fits
Bereft of a body girl
bop at the Obscure Discoteca.
Where priggish punks, yeah they're unwelcome.
Create a Ka'aba, you make a Mecca.
You killed punk! You kooks! You named us!
You got tamed cause you claimed, “you cant tame us!”
“Ive come back to save us.”

Well I just wanna swell. You, me, and sangria.
Floating in Fajardo and the bottles almost empty.
Only, I'd like to see you sift into the water
your skin lights up. We are bodies in the moonlight.
My squeeze tights up.
I'm okay with melting.
Here in bio bay, on the bottom we are shaking, and lighting the waves up above.