Right hand to God, left hand holding the jewels, and Im swearing up and down, Im cursing out the moon, tide stole my youth, these creases in my brow aint tan lines, saltwater swole my eyes (beachlife), the suns burning black and blue (on my green eyes), too cold this side of june. It aint natural. Right hand in yours, left hand holding the juice,when that jungle flower blooms, leave it in the ground, dont try to cut it out, the creases in your brow aint tan lines, saltwater swole my eyes (beachlife), the sun burned black and blue (on your green eyes), too cold this side of june, that aint natural. Ill rebel, Ill rebel, but it aint natural. I take care, I take care, its just now growing well. Im no match for you. Its not hard to tell. This isnt doing well, but were under the palm trees, thinking heaven must be, somewhere under these palm trees, with all the hell were raising, at least we had the palm trees, to shade us from the ray beams, but not even the palm trees, could save us from the flames, summer remains. youtube/watch?v=DqOSaSMslwc
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 17:14:02 +0000
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