I spend my time healing and mending, together Its a question of whether live positive well i give P-Nut joins our back, must be arthritic Tim is from the
Songs of the 311
Found around knocked out of bounds wound into the mind of my stone cloud. Taste the thinnest of oxygen rising higher a stoner cus I can groove something. Wrecking
If it isn’t one thing rest assured that something. Will come back and pay you for your deed A shortcut’s a self defeating means, if you cannot do it
Sways away the haze They spent contemplating, formulating, theory siring above me swimming Pay tribute to the few we look up to Come again You my soul fool Who
Their petty complaints, stupid restraints ain’t gonna work. It’s all to cheese and regret, don’t fret, just push it away. And say I’m like the wind, relentless and irritating.