Monday, November 10, 2014

go ahead fly that thing. high, high, fly alone.

we once had things in common. now the only thing we share is the refrigerator. Ice cold baby I told you I'm ice cold. you already flying high....

you always smoking in the house, what if my mother comes over? you cant get up and get a job, cause this little house is getting you by



i had a pilot jones.....

she took me high...

then she took me home,

pilot jones, pilot jones.. 

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