jucer oko pol 1 lego sam u krevet i razmisljam i pocnu mi jebene misli dolazit na pamet, od toga sam napisao pjesmu
Flying thoughts
and missing the point
become my everyday
like rolling a joint.
My head with no sense
is something you dont want.
Green is all around me
just like that blunt.
Always confused,
always away,
always thinking different,
can't understand.
What is going on
can somebody explain.
There's blizzard in my head,
but I don't care
Nobody understands
what is the feel
being mixed up
just right here.
Doing wrong things
that i've told
and imagining people
as they were bold
Sometimes can be hard
to pass those days,
but then I slow down
and chill out 'till it's done.
jel postoji topic za to, nek neko da link neda mi se traziti
