Divinorum

Im not afraid i think im ok
And now is real and hour to feel
Be a bird a digging in dirt
Get me to an african zoo
Yellow dog is making me soup
Cuz i know what i did a reason or two
Ballerina dancing on shoes
Bored of walking a coming to you
Make a room to keep all your brooms
With an allen wrench you make a sandwich
Jewelry is too much for me
A lot of talking is keeping us on
Bring a cake to eat on the way
I think im gonna type what i cannot write
Backward bruises and common people
Think with each other like different sheep
Back to see your making me bleed
I can’t stop walking till i gotta hop
Back to the beach that keeps singing of what we just said
After then we need to get back to the bedroom inside your head
I keep on listning
Then there will b others to peek through the hole
Sidewards walking i think without evil
And even twice i caught you off guard