Wake up with a prayer
That she'll find completion
And deliver that hair
It started in the books
That teach that how things feel
Is tied to how things look
Well there's nothing new, baby
Inside that old enclave
You better scratch it out the right direction
Goin'
West, maybe
West, maybe
Wanna go
West, maybe
West, maybe
Carry me
West, maybe
West, baby
We're goin'
West, maybe
West, maybe
Oh take me
So sick of my job
Feel like the atlas to the psyches in the Brooklyn bars
I was wearing my bluejeans
When I saw her on the street
I hoped that I look dark enough for her
At birth we're all the same
How come you turned on so different?
Parents favored in their own tired way?
It wasn't
West, baby
West, baby
Wanna go
West, maybe
West, maybe
Goin'
West, maybe
West, maybe
Gotta Go
West, maybe
West, maybe
I can't feel my feet
I live this melody of Love
and feel it's harmony on every street
Well, I'm smokin' Blue Dream
And it's a catalyst sativa
Give me blacks and whites
and notes to sing
A howl into my echo
And when I can't get off the floor
I think you know which way
I wanna go
From our good friend and roomate here in Brooklyn, makeout music, Paul Simon underwater with an exposed electric wire dipped in it...or something Dead Sexy Sheila
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