i do must say
i can not see my feet
the street is gone
it ran away
dont think it liked the heat
mine eyes they see
hot... like coffee
i say i like it not
so take me away
to some other day
when it might not be so hot...
a j. michaels production
...sox... because sometimes...
a smattering of samples from my pandora's box...enjoy!
you just gotta dance...
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