I try to do it quietly
Not a whisper, more like a shock
I try to disorganize neatly
What to keep and what to block

I’d shout like that old fly
in that window and wait
wait for a finger to squeeze
or will I hesitate?

shout A

There ain’t no logic, there ain’t no plain
No roads you can travel free form pain
I’m only shoulder I’m only a kiss
Good for comfort and cool for the diss

The lord is my mom she’s my save
I’m her troubled boy unto the grave
I pretend she’s blessing, blessing me

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