Zane Bradford - Titled Vital lyrics

Peace of mind inclined to and eventuality of time, simply put, end of the line. It feels sublime to be one of ah kind, roads that whined forever, but never mend together to be better. I'm talking about what it means to be to clever. Goin in to throw the trash out, heavy weight bought, sprinkler spout in a drought k**ing the devout, caught in my mouth like trout, can you bear the thought, here's a chair ill spot the have not, hey can you see the dot on Luther, it funny how they always k** those whose see the future no matter an allure to look in the mirror I k** fear, dropped a gear as I watch them leer, I only threw one spear, let these words echo in your ear little mere, cat claws to your balls, biggie smalls would have order recalls of all you troll dolls