no lover of garden flowers only http://grf.copyright.rip/
Nothing's inside Just a slug that provides A barely lit path From your house to mine
Dog at my pillow. Dog at my feet. My own toothbrush.
If he smart he gon' act like a fan
So far I have not found the science but the numbers keep on circling me
And the grass where you lay left a bed in your shape I looked over it and I ached
I love everybody because I love you I don't need the city, and I don't need proof