Homie i am homeless
Ditch the brotherly love
We are not in Philly
I gotta do me
No need for anyone
To do me
I got It square and all
Living in the concrete jungle
Made my soul and heart cold
No need to bring the heat
Each time you think of a nipple or breast
Unequaled are the seas i sail
Countrywide and far
The tide never got me tamed
I am as rougher
As a multiplicity
Seven drunk sailors
Lost in time
Doing a pantomime
Along the Severn
...thoughts create bubbles
made of glamour.
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