got the bass bins pumping from the back of my fleetwood
wreath 002c
wreath 002b
wreath 002
build a fort, set that on fire
he goes by the name disco dave
wreath 001b
wreath 001
i ride the wave of fate, it dont ride me homes
so ahead of my time my parents haven’t met yet
mixed the bass ale with the guinness stout
fluorescent light blackout
party people going places on the D train
i cop futures here
euphoria is you for me
do the thing you love until it kills you
Train depot, somewhere in rural Washington