Im one of those kids that was raised on The Smiths and Heart. Polaroiding has become one of my most time consuming pass times. Im on fire. Like the sun. You niggas and your bitches cant touch me. And quite frankly I like it that way.
Two icy-cold hands conducting the way
It's the Eskimo blood in my veins
Amid concrete and clay and general decay
Nature must still find a way
So ignore all the codes of the day
Let your juvenile impulses sway
This way and that way
God, how sex implores you
To let yourself lose yourself
Stretch out and wait
Stretch out and wait
Theres no debate, no debate, no debate
