William Willson - Alone lyrics

Most of the time my whip sits on the streets. I mean I stay pretty busy, not many new stains on the seats. Although it sits in the heat, I don't have many places to reach. But I'd rather be on a beach now. Sick and tired of wearing a fleece out. About to erupt and ride on the east route, 70, these meters are heavenly, they ask if I can write, I can't think of another answer but definitely. Not a single female intertwined in my life. The city's full of them yet the minority's white. Well I guess I could hit the counties at night. But in reality none of the bounty is tight.