feeling Irie (eye) I try persuasive arguments  or perhaps a scwindle why ... then  everytime I'm super duper keyed I fall into the deep end must be I'm super nimble  although I try to flee it's hard to swim  it's getting even harder to breathe cleave to what to you hold major meaning principled with standards ain't gone change the shit you broke still I'm leaning towards becoming final decision guy making my calls through heavy mind fog  I pinpoint with laser focus open a dialog with all known new IMpENDING DOOMS LOOMING NIGH  no need for you to straight pants shit panicked can seem unbecoming of someone oh so stunning and if you thoughr you had arrived sure this isn't it outcome decision split sacrificing something sacred for what's surely shit least after the shine wears off it's only is to you what to you, you make it bouncing is the only path once troubled only problem is you have to hit the ground  speed doubled only to convert to flight only half of what you done so you done broke don't think so the links so clear and obvious me thinks your to oblivious so if it isn't clear to us they'll put us on the shortest bus I'm sure this shit is silly son I'm done ,some might even say "I can't even" stumble stagger forward lunge move in dimension in I can't see when I think I should I hope I might  a drink sounds good , you got one tight let's have a pull perhaps a tug  I'll do this all night and why we fight when making nice  is really better for us both  then why at night are we enticed dose pose doze those shows most  though gross  so i loathed to tell you what was chose curtain close..... no call for encore nobody threw a rose your best attempt was sophomore  mozey slowly goes as you poke too slow used to think we bros  slow poke old joke  isn't quite as funny 2 inseparable friends 4 life just broke up over money  doesn't stun me, the truth devised mostly from experience also through your eyes winning overwhelming specially after oh so many tries young ones struggled understanding  missed them wide trade up and honed a trade which ,you good sir plied your clout and grit I do surmise you'd be a fool if you'd denied all shouting out "the truth will save us" have my doubts as to who's the sane est