As an overdose and intoxication leads you to death's door. you remember there was something in the water.
Get wet with me...
As the new year hovers, your heart darkens and your mind retreats into a place called the past
Skin precedes to sin, and all I see and foresee is an action that's akin to sweet, sweet sin.
Her body, her skin is just right, tight.
Let's just go up a tree... chill and maybe just hang.
Dear lord we do not intend to question you, nor your plans oh Lord, but all we ask for is peace and love in times of turmoil... we children of a lesser God.