a million dollars with a million problems
a little poem I wrote a long time ago, hope you enjoy it.
a million dollars with a million problems
i wonder about things like i have a million options
but i rest my case ain't nothing forever so find your space
Fit in sink in let it slip
grab the whip come around the back let's hit the road and think less
talk till the morning with no stress
pray i pray i want to bless the mess i got into
you.
perfect
sun rays on you a cloud on me
but i feel so free i think less and live more
entangled in mystical ways under your spell
i feel your presence and smell your smell
they under the sun but we live in hell
Eternally awake
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