:5 Some where here and their, i share where i am, any where that i be, my legs were made for walking these boots are optional, every word i said so far i formed into sectional organize thoughts like sexual orgasms that're hot, i'm not saying my life is about pussy i'm just saying given the chance to make woopy with a hottie that'll stay with me is the next thought in the lobby, my mind is my hobby, my words can come out shoddy but the meaning is their, like it or not i aint going no where, as i cruise on down their to where whatever's their will come to me, i really do care but don't know how to show it, is it really possible to conceal a feeling so deep you know if it gets out you may have to defend against reality it's self, with no help none the less, every time i failed it felt like the best of me has left. so i turn to the left then the right turn in to something that aint right, only for while then another mile down the road i get right with it, get up to winning then i'm back down again, like a bi polar polar bear running down the runway headed straight for the wheel of the chopper you'r riding in, trying to land in frozen tundra with a wild animal trying to take off your rudder, what's this flutter, why can't i stay on topic my mind is running but from what is nothing, if it were something then i'd be bumping something that brings me to different places in mentality... 1:23