:00 when i twist i miss the bliss of the kiss that words bring to this, hit an miss five knuckle diss, gettin' fixed up with hit after hit, it's sick i can admit my weakness, the sickness that brung shame to us, hung me to dry for fun so i get me some, an when i die, i release a surge of power so bright it'll ignite every high ever to need a light. :24
:27 Stuck in a rut cant get out what i need to do is groom a hymn and keep the truth, which is not always true but it's the best i can do, figments appear on sides of roads in ditches giving me witches brew, what's new with you now that i look like you. just for the moment till i'm gone, i am gone, high as a kite feeling light as a feather like i'm on, one or two for a few i was broken now i'm new. who knew that Blue Dream would mean this much to me, now i need the mentality of never ending sailing, not parting with the land, simply trying to understand, how i myself am going be a man 1:06
