I think it will be called "Permission" (the song, not the album).
I was in hands.
Now understand,
that in those hands
I was a man.
I fell asleep
in vaguest arms.
My Vedic friend
who never ends.
My head the cop
is mouthing off,
learned how to talk,
and's mouthing off.
But Vedic friend with
another lesson
to teach to cop,
this one's from the top.
I'm made of milk
I'm made of meat
I'm made of laughs
I'm made of sweets.
We're separate
but that's alright.
I'm eaten cake,
you're purple rite.
You grip me good
and shut me up
and soothe my gut
more than enough.
The rain is fun
and cop could play,
but deepest blues,
so stays away.
I am protected.
Cop is digested
in Vedic friend
who never ends.
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shit yes.
ReplyDeletecrank'em out.
GIVE ME GIVE ME!