Eye's Drift

Oh, it's fucked up, Man. Talk, talk. Excuse me, can I go to the toilet Please, Mate? I design my trip within a frame of eye, Might have my switch. I divide my split, last night I entered my Move like this. Yeah. She defines my lips, put a cigarette in the Divide of my Lips. She walks by, she's clear. She caught me on the corner getting high in The clues. Small screens. Hey, hey, my, my, highlight here. Walk around bar In a high-heeled boot. Small screen disguise my stare. Caught around the street love keeping me captive. Mm. She likes me but she knows she can't Have