The perfect mix of music and traffic.
I’m so stoked about breathable oxygen. «so long» is thirty miles long.
City life is o not attractive, when paranoia’s gotten the best of me.
I look long and hard. I’m always wrong. Eight years and five
months to blame for who I am today. Think I was bored in New Jersey.
Old friends. Still talk to some. I’ll crawl back under
the rock I came from. Yea, I was born in new Jersey and it will die in me.
Spent some time away from my feelings. While everything around me was crushing me for long.
Denying being wrong.
I broke down. Built up. Broke down. I broke down.
Built up broke down twice. That’s right. I gotta song along.
