is blaring from my car,
paid in full,
paid in full,
getting shopping carts in a parking lot and I'm thrilled
to be there with Jerry
and nothing else.
He's spitting it word for word and
walkie talkies are blazing and
it ain't got shit to do with him and I and
me, I? I'm good. We both gots lights and
lunch is an hour away.
Might as well.
