danistrulytheman

I'm STILL a self confessing, self professing know-it-all, or so I think!


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You can’t swallow what I’m thinkin’

I feel I’ve come of age
When she peeks I start to run

\’cause I\’m dead and bloated

I run through the world thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow, thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow, thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow, thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow
I run through the world thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow, thinkin’ ’bout tomorrow