Fotzepolitic

My dreams are all more basic
they must be addressed
They're a young girl's dreams


True some tote a gun and shoot a
lot, help them elect stars
But I was just rude
Like the scary hairs are normal
Sing me the proofs
Delay proof


A family fool
but it's you
to lie constant and inside me
But when I'm set in my things
A calling stone


Oh I feel strong luck when bound
young meets the ground
When them and I'm empty headed
See and saw bounce me back to you
Will you