S – quo

play that sick shit
the stuff that makes you fall asleep girl
that stuff that makes dreams fly in a swirl
learning sign language from your imagination
thoughts inflate in your head, make you smarter in your bed

i remember only last year
rivers and streams pulled us apart, combinin dread n fear
but really how could i think without you
all my conscience can drum up is for you

when i look to you all i think is wow
everything i’ve looked forward to is now

let me rewind back a little
since nineteen twenty three, its always you and me
riding the back of the bus
young age petty theft causing all that fuss
swapping our marbles under a bridge
hiding our treasure inside of a fridge

and i’m thankful
for every tiny little bit of peace i’m grateful
every morning counting blessings, spraying lunch with salad dressings
saving up our cash to eat out
never getting nervous and just arsing about

laughin when i picture those times you got mad
you can never deny that some good times were had

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