Trevor Lewis
Trevor Lewis

Roadside

Roadside

286 Plays

19 Jan 2022

to talk means to walk so let the slip from each leg the u cross a square inch of the coverage of no red bottoms you hot shit till the heat from the boy gotten em with the mj big dog tripple double ceoss of the comence of the crossed off lable you nothin hitory never again to be to simply a cute non sting of a one winged bumble b got woke me up for the removal of u from the vasentity soon b grill burnt from humbaly whats a matter toungue cought tased of the nasty never to leave nofiction to recreated never believe untill ejecto seato from the car seat with being said the rap shit is like a pillow in wich i lay my head a return trip to your rim riding no tread as sparks i deliver a mixed pack of nuclear bombs and napalms to go off while your having to decide what the food for a picknick in front lawn n on a number count sends 10 the minets it took to wright this song given a call of long reach with a soul rip grip from the paulm so ya the day of the dawn the night to your crawld the lit from no light the struck from no strike while visualizations of sparks from your rim ride whats a matter dog am i the couse for crossed eyes from a geuss is becouse my skins whight no blows on a serious tip just wondering y dnt over think it just prosses of mind with a delivery from me to you parilized so tonight when go to rest them same crossed eyes just now im still very much so conscious and on my grind like the cost of eating is is nothin other than my life so for the Trevor Lewis mr influence the music from road side cold and every now and again sick so cheers to ya its closing time n gotta go back to my no home. in which reside my humbly guy I decided to come back from the round trip in which followed by comes the very vicious smash yourself you never to be misconstruted in the wealth of the no way she will because my will within you can take anything of her continue when I hurt call it a sober and sober it will be not asking anyone to believe to talk this to the top cheap and seat watch this this is what you call a 10-toe stand up after her no standing up seeing the trunk so you want to come and try to take my shit like I got to Roundhouse kit for your upper and bottom lip to a pumpkin and was Halloween something a hell of a life I say it's a hell of a life for anybody on any given day not this one on roadside the best leaves on the other side of roadside can still bleed like Elite but this Mr Elite can beat a base and rip the spring from my guitar and apply them on face to a basket case call it you can't wait who wants a dick to call a dictate let's dick in the face to any good woman who's been taking to take the same 8 inches that got a woman slipping the only reason to keep me around I guess so with the wellness present chest like a Mac you may not but upon you seem like a bishop anymore like a wrap on my phone and I get paid and be humbly strong and all the song of me and my mind gone Me and my mind and at this time still roadside me and mine with the same totes of clothes for shit gas is in the car at least your toes ain't close but at least there's another man's job I guess you can call it just trying to get by so from the beginning to the end I send a cold roadside high

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to talk means to walk so let the slip from each leg the u cross a square inch of the coverage of no red bottoms you hot shit till the heat from the boy gotten em with the mj big dog tripple double ceoss of the comence of the crossed off lable you nothin hitory never again to be to simply a cute non sting of a one winged bumble b got woke me up for the removal of u from the vasentity soon b grill burnt from humbaly whats a matter toungue cought tased of the nasty never to leave nofiction to recreated never believe untill ejecto seato from the car seat with being said the rap shit is like a pillow in wich i lay my head a return trip to your rim riding no tread as sparks i deliver a mixed pack of nuclear bombs and napalms to go off while your having to decide what the food for a picknick in front lawn n on a number count sends 10 the minets it took to wright this song given a call of long reach with a soul rip grip from the paulm so ya the day of the dawn the night to your crawld the lit from no light the struck from no strike while visualizations of sparks from your rim ride whats a matter dog am i the couse for crossed eyes from a geuss is becouse my skins whight no blows on a serious tip just wondering y dnt over think it just prosses of mind with a delivery from me to you parilized so tonight when go to rest them same crossed eyes just now im still very much so conscious and on my grind like the cost of eating is is nothin other than my life so for the Trevor Lewis mr influence the music from road side cold and every now and again sick so cheers to ya its closing time n gotta go back to my no home. in which reside my humbly guy I decided to come back from the round trip in which followed by comes the very vicious smash yourself you never to be misconstruted in the wealth of the no way she will because my will within you can take anything of her continue when I hurt call it a sober and sober it will be not asking anyone to believe to talk this to the top cheap and seat watch this this is what you call a 10-toe stand up after her no standing up seeing the trunk so you want to come and try to take my shit like I got to Roundhouse kit for your upper and bottom lip to a pumpkin and was Halloween something a hell of a life I say it's a hell of a life for anybody on any given day not this one on roadside the best leaves on the other side of roadside can still bleed like Elite but this Mr Elite can beat a base and rip the spring from my guitar and apply them on face to a basket case call it you can't wait who wants a dick to call a dictate let's dick in the face to any good woman who's been taking to take the same 8 inches that got a woman slipping the only reason to keep me around I guess so with the wellness present chest like a Mac you may not but upon you seem like a bishop anymore like a wrap on my phone and I get paid and be humbly strong and all the song of me and my mind gone Me and my mind and at this time still roadside me and mine with the same totes of clothes for shit gas is in the car at least your toes ain't close but at least there's another man's job I guess you can call it just trying to get by so from the beginning to the end I send a cold roadside high

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