.G.e.o.r.g.i.a.
.12..F.X.
.12..F.X.
...GRADUATED...
This year, its all about:
..... G-rex....A-train....S-buddha....M-ran....
..... G-rex....A-train....S-buddha....M-ran....
..Ma vie come je le sais..
Give me
the name of jumelle
i look into a mirror everytime i see
Murmur , her,
the other half of this rollercoaster girl where
francais and laughing are languages known so well,
all the while dreaming as this year brings
me
the ones who stand by you friends who
make you fall in
love like time that passes slowly to be made and never
forgotten to help shape your future into
something amazing
like a buddhist or a tyrranusaurus rex
where fears become the forgotten myths told to children at bed
time asleep
on a-train to uncertainty yet comfort for the
fam-gasm is waiting
at the dinner table with their flowers and chocolate chip
pancakes made out of love for
love only to head out into the
world knowing that work with smiths metal is ahead and
nights of coke daniels and jack are
hangovers followed by the fresh breath of the addiction of
sweet tabacco leaving the house at day's break behind along with eating oranges and furnace
rooms of potential coitis and horny spaniard's futon of quatre following the festival
of spoons at the same
time being played a game of opposite sex un
knowing like a drunk girl naive as to lose her virginity to a crab man
expecting the much needed attention
only ruining the figment of
normal in four lives
and yet all the while knowing the day of tomorow will be
of sleeping like sitting in rooms full of knowledge
only to walk out
of the room knowledgless bouncing off the walls of glass during times
of spare where a grey earl is sweetned by the handful nearby
a village of stollen goods as
memoires made at school dances stenched with intoxication leave one
breathless after a knight so bold filled a
maidens stomach of flutterbys during missing a thing
where the after day state of blur remains
as The Mall stands
waiting until roamed by the known rats only
till eye find myslef staring into
the eyes of Redmen who know their title of greatness
achieived unfair as politics do, only to be amazed by the purity
of rams that bring style like victory to the unkown
sport loved by many people, drop
where the blue lies on the floor tops sprawled building
character or being spirited for the blue, white and
grey where the final jouney will end
on a happy note leaving behind the
heartache, regrets, mistakes and times of uncertainty in a building of brick
where fx marks the spot where it all began
the name of jumelle
i look into a mirror everytime i see
Murmur , her,
the other half of this rollercoaster girl where
francais and laughing are languages known so well,
all the while dreaming as this year brings
me
the ones who stand by you friends who
make you fall in
love like time that passes slowly to be made and never
forgotten to help shape your future into
something amazing
like a buddhist or a tyrranusaurus rex
where fears become the forgotten myths told to children at bed
time asleep
on a-train to uncertainty yet comfort for the
fam-gasm is waiting
at the dinner table with their flowers and chocolate chip
pancakes made out of love for
love only to head out into the
world knowing that work with smiths metal is ahead and
nights of coke daniels and jack are
hangovers followed by the fresh breath of the addiction of
sweet tabacco leaving the house at day's break behind along with eating oranges and furnace
rooms of potential coitis and horny spaniard's futon of quatre following the festival
of spoons at the same
time being played a game of opposite sex un
knowing like a drunk girl naive as to lose her virginity to a crab man
expecting the much needed attention
only ruining the figment of
normal in four lives
and yet all the while knowing the day of tomorow will be
of sleeping like sitting in rooms full of knowledge
only to walk out
of the room knowledgless bouncing off the walls of glass during times
of spare where a grey earl is sweetned by the handful nearby
a village of stollen goods as
memoires made at school dances stenched with intoxication leave one
breathless after a knight so bold filled a
maidens stomach of flutterbys during missing a thing
where the after day state of blur remains
as The Mall stands
waiting until roamed by the known rats only
till eye find myslef staring into
the eyes of Redmen who know their title of greatness
achieived unfair as politics do, only to be amazed by the purity
of rams that bring style like victory to the unkown
sport loved by many people, drop
where the blue lies on the floor tops sprawled building
character or being spirited for the blue, white and
grey where the final jouney will end
on a happy note leaving behind the
heartache, regrets, mistakes and times of uncertainty in a building of brick
where fx marks the spot where it all began
**Deep down i really am a gansta lol...WORD!**
I'm hot cuz i'm fly...
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