Dizzy
Dizzy from my senses' pick-ups.
These hitchhikers don't belong.
Just like crappy lyrics to a genius song.
Loud bass, bright shimmers and damp pop bottle.
Running, should be walking.
Yeah, I think I oughta.
These hitchhikers don't belong.
Just like crappy lyrics to a genius song.
Loud bass, bright shimmers and damp pop bottle.
Running, should be walking.
Yeah, I think I oughta.
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