Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Classic Strain
The classic strain,
An ambiguous thought
Crosses my mind the way
A boat crosses a rampant river.
Slick with ideas, I dissolve
Imperceptible moments,
Lusting for happy.
January 19, 2007
Suge
An ambiguous thought
Crosses my mind the way
A boat crosses a rampant river.
Slick with ideas, I dissolve
Imperceptible moments,
Lusting for happy.
January 19, 2007
Suge
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Classic Strain
Classic Strain