forget yerself unremember let it go
im not scared of hangin in a breeze of bad grammar
i spent a whole summer on my tummy in the crab grass
trying to fly away from a mess of myself guess what
didn’t work. forget yourself! that plain enough?
ok so I drove a car without permission
so I was filled with booze and scarves
ok so I stopped for gas down the scary alley
so I ate pizza with garlic and kissed you real good
well boy o boy a live one shes done it now our baby

A crazy spieler on the corner of 105th street,
words, unintelligible and over half way to heaven,
will not stop long enough to catch a breath.
Point your finger.