8:21 p.m.
October 14, 2002
When I'm out walking I strut my stuff
Yeah I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out
Let me go on like I blister in the sun
Let me go on big hands I know you're the one
Body and beats I stain my sheets
I don't even know why
My girlfriend she's at the end she is starting to cry
Let me go on like I blister in the sun
Let me go on big hands I know you're the one
I feel that in the big picture, I'll be given a 'not credited'... I don't feel like I'm part of anyone's lives actively anymore. I'm just... terribly left out.
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