[Verse 1] Crowd stale Wholesale Were on the porch and theres a keg and you are quiet Wind shifts I drift to autumn I tell Dom what I see She laughs at me [Verse 2] Blast beats We retreat And its a lonely street The burden of circumvention But fractions like us Fill cities and flats and culdesacs So we yell over it and have a laugh [Verse 3] And its a laughable scenario Peripheral motion picture show And I feel your eyes And I stayed inside But it wouldnt work So I soak up your vice Tonights a blur [Verse 4] We meet You scare me See, I have met people from Maine and Athens, Georgia and Montreal And Im dead Lips red Licking sugar I smile at everyone Formulated fun
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