- Walkin' down the street, thinkin' of a beat that goes on and on jsut like a heart beat. Its gotta be like a heart beat cause you would just lose the rythm and its like a car on petrol bein' driven to the end of the petrol just like a song. Might sound good with a bong but who know's cause its your beat, feel you heat, taste the treat, cut the meat, and tap those feet cause you cant stop a beat with a treat, or some meat, might taste nice but gotta feel the vibration with your feet and some how it would be neat, and ive ran out of rythm cause I have ran out of words.
- by Skullduggery Pleasant |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/02/2008 |
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