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could wrap you in a puyo
Take you somewhere you can feel it
Southern summers last forever won't you come with me and see it
Take it in and breathe it

We're all prisoners of memory
Of how we were at seventeen
The smell of summer in the air
A lack of future, lack of care

But with aging it starts

makes those sounds
Now the sun is going down
Going to my hometown
People like ghosts now
Acting like they know me
When I pull up to the party
In that

deck, summer in the cockpit
Oliver Heldens comes on that's top tier
After school on the Top Gear
Outside of schools now top gear
I wanna know what

I never dreamed that i met you in summer.
And there would be warm love to remember.
And you give yourself away to me.
And I'm happy when you're

the summer
I just wanna lay low and run my money up
I just wanna walk slow, keep it humble
If I go hard she gon' fall in love
I got love in my soul
I got

with me
I feel isolated like they love and hate me but I don't even know where to go
People they ask about me but don't care about me
They just doing it

sum I ain't never standing down
Bitch yeah I am fed up wit all these people all up in this town
Y'all see me hustling back to back bout by the hour now

I'm listening to you know?
Suffocated, I cannot breathe with you two around
I thought it was fine in the beginning but truth is I'm torn down
This path

summer time bop
Make it bounce, drop the top
Got bud, got beers in abundance
Shake, shaky shake it don't stop

Get nasty widdit
I wanna see your head shake

just bust like melons

Or fire hydrants on a summer day

It gotta be those thick thighs when I’m inside that

Kitty Kat

Girl I’m in love with that

But

Got no control
All I got is my rock n’ roll

Don’t…hear my words
Don’t hear my screams
Come along and free me from my dreams

Here I am thinking
In

Defy The Stars

Adestria

Chapters

2012

the earth of all we've done.
To speak of love would leave a bitter taste. 
To offer more than lust would be a waste.
There is beauty in using hands to see.

It's a Wonderful Life

Bandits of the Acoustic Revolution

A Call to Arms

of better words that I can hardly speak my soul. And I'm feeling what I'm feeling when I'm feeling when it's time to lose control, my love.

And once again