reggae is dreams on metal

rasta is life as it should

prayers get more desperate

breathing harder than it should

but no machine yet, but soon

when coming from future womb

i made her cry eating pancake

i don't care; she does appreciate

everythin's exorable, in some ways

junk is not as easy as it seems

i still fuck the same girl in all my dreams

sky's pretty, so's lake

so's you, but that's fake

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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