Bio half told Written & Produced by: Trevor Lewis Makin way threw all of roaring tides, from once calmer seas and if only I, could quit a stuck set paralyzed, lost many of ships the harder I tried, and for most the waters we've crossed its been one hell of a ride... I guess sometimes you gotta let it ride... Just let it rideeee... A bio of a story a life half told n this how it goes, the way I live the type to get food poisoning sick, I'm acid tripped lit, hoter than a set of triplets, wit my sick in this, liven in a truck wit my girl tryin to live, to a mess and make a life of it, n be ready to die for it, like double quik Dalivera a ryme with , tierd of it, get rid of it, rid fast with, sick of it, the more sickened less, back to the mess, of half told, spring load cold, to undeadbolt lock me a random door for the the warmth of course, n stay on course, runnin on fumes, can barley give a lift of da head to da lord low and behold your grown, so ma n pop's told, as well wit hold your own, struck a role off wit second winds again like spark flying wind on the road, or fire when I'm cold, n wit coal, stomach groulin like dinasorious roars, now back to the corious. Makin way threw all roaring tides, from once calmer seas and if only I, could quit a stuck set paralyzed, lost many of ships the harder I tried, and for most the waters we've crossed its been one hell of a ride... I guess sometimes you gotta let it ride... Just let it rideeee... Ever had had a heart or two removed, set sail for set alone on the side of the road drounded in pain just to let same go     just a price paid to the less cared more and all ask is don't remember me when I'm gone, that's all...... of a life it is, at least has it been, hell of a life it is, at least has it been, lif liven in a sin, I love ya said, track star gone in the wind, wore out threw n threw, cut bruised n sore, just for head game gives more, says ill slam your door, I could show u a heart ripped out by a whore, choose to b less from more, n what for, don't need your sympathy for more, get it right, not and it's or, wit you rotten to your core, here to help. A fallen angel of course, more like Playa like a fittle n strummin cords, as if not wit bullshit filt n need more, or am I wrong, just don't remember me when Im gone. Makin way threw all roaring tides, from once calmer seas and if only I, could quit a stuck set paralyzed, lost many of ships the harder I tried, and for most the waters we've crossed its been one hell of a ride... I guess sometimes you gotta let it ride... Just let it rideeee...