Runaway from the kids all that were at the church on monday.
Rockstar you.
You're going all the right ways to a beat down.
But I know it's up to you so simmer down and stick around.
But I do.
Let's real soon.
Running starts wont help, your head's in the cosmos, the rest is waiting.
So I say... bless your little pumper, hope your bum wing's better.