SAND IN IT'S MOUTH - compile III

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (medicate,) yeah, yeah
Medicate with the zaza
Observe the lack of energy in my chakra
Tryna find light in the dark, it's a notta
Wear a face like i got on prada
I'm cold blooded, no human, just iguana
Look in my eyes but it still stay ignota
Mind so high, you could say i'm a floater
Sun glaring down, this heat like florida
Shit that flooded stuck like it was soda
We're sad now, family crying on the sofa
Him, my beloved, just supered that nova
Friends feeling doubt by the smile in our codas
Left with him, he's a man well coshered
I love you

Written by:
Edick Shaner

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