I?m going for my lungs these days Going for it now Quietness of mind We both know it?s true I?m going for my lungs these days Going for it now (Going for
Translation: The Fold. Going For My Lungs.
going for my lungs these days I?m going for it now (going for it now) Get out of my dreams, get into my arms I miss that smile on your face (get out of my
be smoking weed, pacing myself Without a change in my schedule steady chasing my mail Until my life is at the finish with no more breath in my lungs
tape your mouth shut and make you keep on throwing up until your cheeks bust My pentacol is where no men will go My winds count twice bro so after my
Monkey shines Snow capped strangers Blind folded we hold hands Going nowhere and far A signpost empty I forget who I am No road is forever dear friend
your big mouth closed 'Fore I stick the muzzle of the chrome in that hole under your nose Send a signal to my index, and tell it to fold In the direction of my
thinking ya'll slice the sweet And quickly rolled it up got to catch you fold it up In the green with the heat of my cup Stupid stuff but all my cudees
be smoking weed, pacing myself Without a change in my schedule steady chasing my mail Until my life is at the finish with no more breath in my lungs I
if you have the patience If you go nuts dust is your travel agent The bom-bom-monster of my genre Swimming in purple rain Minnetonka My lungs are rap
