Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The Smell Of You
I always love your words.
And the smell of you.
I always love the smell of you.
But I will never fully feel you.
Your boredom is my muse.
Your monotony, is interesting.
I may not know what color
Your eyes are in the dark while you cry,
But I know what color they are
When the lights are on.
You were the only one who ever told me to shut the f*ck up,
And meant it.
November 15, 2004
Suge
And the smell of you.
I always love the smell of you.
But I will never fully feel you.
Your boredom is my muse.
Your monotony, is interesting.
I may not know what color
Your eyes are in the dark while you cry,
But I know what color they are
When the lights are on.
You were the only one who ever told me to shut the f*ck up,
And meant it.
November 15, 2004
Suge
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The Smell Of You
The Smell Of You
