The mic I’m on make me sound like the voice of God
Biker boots, I’m dressed like security at Altamont
Real deal thrifter pullin’ tags out Workers salute me when I walk into the rag
House All you fellas is replicas just like Margellus
The with dates directors
endeavor to elevate my net Excellence is I through
I never ever a Who steps and it’s
work rockin’ best
Shirt I’m the straw that stirred
might that you what my kinks
cardigan with pink fur in plays
A spur star a girl
way so pretty Pockets of notes
patterns on parchment we’re finally home
your opinion like I another bag
Legend a with a polo
On the mast floating the Gold Coast hat, don’t feel
I a for project like Synecdoche, York
Three-level expecting me score
Heard last me
to record and they on tour
Vintage store the
Camo on a jacket like ready for a war
up your party bebop
Songwriter, treat I’m Tom Petty
your not
block, we don’t rock with cops heavy,
a level, ****** huh
Goes I drop, I’m
I’m my way pretty
of love notes
From on I’m
my on
way
your love
I’m on my way