CIRCULAR BREATHS

Two more in a palm tree
Candles and consequences, yeah
Watch on my wrist says one oh one
Make no sense of my interest
You Wouldn’t Me Know That
You Couldn’t Leave Me Around Stacked
Saxophones
All the way blown
Who’s got my phone
Moaning to snippets that
You’ll never own
(2nd verse)
Who Gravitates toward deep blue gems
Comfortable Dip-Dye Artisans
She’s a struggling artist man
You Couldn’t Leave Around Stacked Saxophones