Jambalaya

Burst through the door
High fives and embraces, Jambalaya on the floor
A routine scene
Gotta be kidding

Sprawled on the floor
Half past 9, curfew killing me, i never have the time
A routine scene
Gotta be kidding

Welcome home
To a place i've outgrown
And now i see
Just debris
Thats why im moving to Jarry

Nice looking out
Like sliding into third
Nice looking out
Like sliding into third
Nice looking out
Like sliding into third
All my analogies
Are worn out
Like sliding into third
All my analogies are worn out



Credits
Writer(s): Garyt M Smith
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