875 South Bundy Drive

Have my regrets
Stripped the buzz
The trip was rough
Faith turned to dust
My ankles swol
From driving to the sun
If I become
Drunk off the juice
From the wilted sons
Buffalo runs
To a prisoners
Gunned down and turning around
A down frown goes up now
Bronco on the side with the lights
And it's all dimmer down
It's all dimmer down

Hold up
Give me a minute
Last time I committed I ran away
To my sacred place
Hiding from mistakes
Like when I left u last summer
You didn't have a clue
Not you
I happen to be very gay
That's checkers in the morning and nights of play
For you I leave the light on
I like what the girls like
I'm quite polite
Not the brightest
But I know how to rhyme
Pretty nice when I wanna be
Innocent and wild
Say my prayers at night
Fucked up my line
1965
Bronco on the side
Wait

Where you go
When I need you the most
Where you go
I see your hair
Your hair flows
Out my window



Credits
Writer(s): Maya Williamson
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