15k*

All you do is talk

Put the work in

I don't need a blindfold I close the curtains

Mind drift in outer space, soul searching

This a closed case they caught the kid with no face

Zezehana heavy dollars in the Colgates

These the teeth that spit that cholera

Never into moderation, industry, or foreplay

This the type of sound you cannot correlate

I been cut out frames, but by 24 my motion look like 4k

State lines pushing music product through the doorway

Quarter in the tank quarter pound in the glove