Byyye

Yo how in the fuck these
Palm trees ominous to me
Out here freezing in the California breeze
Going through my Ex-Files
Detective of the heart
A Scully without Mulder
Womack without Womack
Even if you keep your guard up
Time gon throw you combos like
OK, That’s a K. O
But
Hey bro
Maybe let a day go by
Brand new one in store
If you make it through the night
And if a day don’t do the trick
Let a calendar page fly
By
Feeling good feeling good
Feeling like the Hindenburg when it blew Feel like I saw my niece and nephew
On the news in a boat seeking refuge
And we stand by
Meanwhile
The eye contact felt like Shade
The wind blowing though
Felt like Miles Davis
You know that feeling when she brewing the mother of all storms
Final night felt like an encore
Feeling pretty sure
Never again will I be open like corner stores
But
Don’t think
Time won’t throw you combos like
OK, That’s a K. O
Cousin wait though
Maybe let a day go by
Brand new one in store
We’ll make it through the night
If a day don’t do the trick
Let a calendar page fly
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