Risa.
we wont stop untill sombody calls the cops
and even then we'll start again
and pretend that nothing ever happend
Remember out there somewhere you'v got a friend and that you'll never walk alone again
I miss the summer, wandering the streets with 40's and charged hair
a drunken whim and slaps me into the next part of my life
its the most harsh reality yet all i see is an amazing farout beauty
evey day is a whole new world and im on top of it all
i am what ever i want and where ever i want and i love life
salted pasta and caned whoknowswhatthefuck BCL gides for toilet paper
but who the fuck cares?
I Love You To Pieces, Pieces.
I Cant wait to ride again
Sugar And Spice And All Things Nice
Acid And Smack And No Way Back
we gotta get out of this place if its the last thing we ever do