Teksty:
Make Do And Mend For A Dreamer

I spent my night sweating through my clothes, and screaming 'til my throat ached like burning coals. Still it?s not right now that everything I know

to do, yeah What cha gonna do? What cha gonna do? What cha gonna do Floyd? Do Floyd I got to know, I've got to know what you're going to do There's a

say Figured it all out, figured it all out And nothing stands up to biology And truth is built on shaky ground Depression's all I get from philosophy And do I really, do

your animals And your heart that is bruised but unbeaten And beating like a drum I will sit like a bird on a fence Sing you songs with a happy ending Swoop down and

to be mended Picking scabs makes you relive the pain And what did we do? We threw it all away Do you see this? These incisions I make It's vital to my health and

It's been raining for a million years And the weather just won't turn Try to build a fire round your place And the damned logs refuse to burn The braindead

You've got a way about you I haven't laughed since he's been gone He was a sad song playing Over and over for too long I loved him so much I was so sure

one only divinity could ever get da credit for and ima take her from da hood to da gucci store god gave her a o.g for a daddy bad broad for a mama from

livid and pallid and turgid and structured and structured and structured and structured and structured and regard and refrain, the sick and the dumb,