the wind has broung me down this windy road thoughts of my name in lights reload that broad on my mine like a center fold game tight by our ties that begain befor look in to me eyes yours will begain to close anit got time for another hoe onces get to pees then i kill those when one is two and your taking notes criterea spent time in vishes lows and no hope reached in the bag roll the dope got dosed poping like blue dolphin newr the coast smoking weed and caughing ichy palm a sport caoch bresh fresh rinsed with scope spiting out these vishes smoke chasing ron down town get the party swinging like a rope hang with the ones you dont speak on with other folk i dont premote excess presure so i will choke death before disohoner sliding sliper slop rain drops added extra dtill wont drop the soap exsesive ammonition the higher i go hit me knee keep wishing steady the flow ready set go