Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
From the pretty heat
It's cold from where you stand,
But to me this is perfect heat.
You are only as faded as you feel.
And I can tell that you were feeling
Pretty much gone from the beginning.
I was pretty gone.
You never found me.
F--k you.
We were never worth
The added effort of care.
October 6, 2005
Suge
But to me this is perfect heat.
You are only as faded as you feel.
And I can tell that you were feeling
Pretty much gone from the beginning.
I was pretty gone.
You never found me.
F--k you.
We were never worth
The added effort of care.
October 6, 2005
Suge
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From the pretty heat
From the pretty heat
