Marcus Velazquez - Dear Diary: Cement Shoes lyrics

Typical trite don't care thousand yard stare, The mask is met with minimal fanfare, But it's all I know here. Deep and for the fence is how I'm swinging, Head over heels, only if I'm practicing cunnilingus. The thing is there's so much more beyond the reserved report. People want to know about my baggage, I move cautiously with bated breath, this sphere can be savage. It got twelve feet deep and I can't swim, Breathe it all in, water encroaching on my brim.