This one was already gone Before I had even started it Now I try to appreciate it I can't get back to yesterday When it was burning up in my blood
This radio song died in my arms
I sat and tried to bring back The first purchase I made Ten bucks was all that I had I shot back home and cooked it up loud
This radio song died in my arms
While nodding off I broke Under pressure of sounding stupid Soul-crushing toes that tapped As I sampled myself and looped it Don't you seem to lose control When it's hard to find what you need
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