gliden

start up my sun dial countin days, double energy down down low, around and back like i never left grazed, hazy me u and the pavment, be you steezy with capos off, tears runnin down my face i feel soft, probs, pile up stylez off rallie capps on, now its bottom of the ninth win or lose type style retype type styled, half hyped from week bars the arent mine, i find me gliden trenches i climb from not from where they idilize on, bout times, part times, ez widen now im half eyed, huh they makin me angered, pain sadness and worthless, brought up from hell in sections, then money missin me i think i miss it more,