Books of One- Before Commodity and Slavery
Tell me is eyes a me
Selling you the four fits of three
Temples at your heels
Temples on top a wheels
Tell me is eyes a me
Yes wont talk betta make a howlin
No always say make shades a day
Tell me into a corner
Bail me out a love please, joyful
Make me a at can say
Loo
Yes wont talk betta make a howlin
No always say make shades
Me im in house
‘in nothing gonna pluck my greys
Tell me is eyes a me
Selling you the four fits of three
Temples at your heels
Temples on top a wheels
Tell me is eyes a me
Tel me into a corner
Bail me out a love please, joyful
How we get to a song,
Today the same way
Into town
To Emily Armstrong
Sincerest ink
Fide et amor
Kevin
I lend to you
Rupi kaurs quill
Often mine
They called it the pit bosses wife
The worst luck that ever came in a round
When the ball jumps the hunt you know it’
s never time
Gotta whole house riding on a double jack sleeve
First button out of the house
No needle till ya hit the tracks
They won’t call in real life
It’s all a game a chance with these goons
So what’s the break, in life
The every girl
She the giant socks
In the wind
Scarfing hats
And barely a twig
Of fading leaves
Aboard a sound
Greed’
s bitter smiles
Houndings outside
Silent lobes
She leaves the bearded barley
And that's me
Welcome home Elizabeth
U2 ladies and gents
