Fair to Midland - The beltway • correction
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At the rate I'm goin
Little hands will be all that hold me back and
The minute men they stand and watch
Well fuck them through
Don't lose touch
Better keep those shoes
And specs on the middle
The minute men they stand and watch
Well fuck them
Still approved,
Located in the region
Somewhere off of bermuda
Caught on quick,
Consider it belittled
Tired and deleted.
Everbody look its a breathing stepping stone
Not to be confused with my meanlingless monologue
Hummingbird
Killed the lion's pride
With the
Streaks of shade
And by the way
I'll be frank
Where lights dim under pressure
And ignore applications
Excuse me
Corrections are appealing
Locks to secure breathing
Everbody listen to him, he speaks in monotone
Another cyborg among the fertile drones
...and now I bare this curse for you.
Not for him.
It loses a blinker,
Fought both sides,
And now I bare these thoughts of you,
Not of him.
I'll stay right here and guard the similar.
Strike!
Leg up, say you'll get.
Tell me you'll get it.