Seven thirty on a summers night Out in the city cruising on my bike Ive been sitting in the park all day Drinking cheap wine and getting high Watching time just drift away Slippin thru traffic with my walkman on No obligations nowhere i belong A million miles above the day to day Lost my religion but i keep my faith And as the night comes in Feel like im home again Got both feet on the ground But my minds on vacation and im tuning out I think the drugs are kicking in My hands are numb and the whole bars spinning The sun is setting and im feeling lost Down at the club trying to shake it off Its too early to dance so im drinking scotch Hanging with the germ at the bar in my flip flops Sixteen fifty and a gram of weed Im a conduit for my own insanity So i hit the bricks relax my mind Turn the music up glide along under the streetlights Across the city i make the rounds And when last call comes im finally coming down And as im headed home Feels like i made it And everythings alright So its over and out Another transmission from the late night
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