Got to get away from here. Got to get away from all these thinkers. Drinking up my thoughts again Got to get away from here. Got to get away from all these choosers. Losers, all my best of friends
Early one morning at county line. The swells 4 to 6 approaching 9. The barrel of my life hit the Malibu Sky. A Golden State pipe, Conchita was mine Suddenly a local on a boogie in a thong. Cut in
Bài hát What If - Five for Fighting. Threw a line out to pull you to me. If you don't get it, then you don't get it. You made your mind up before you knew me. If you don't get it, then you don't get