You shouldn't inhale so deep man
Feel the grip poking a lung
You're stressing, the hearts jumping
Your beat starts winding down
Your blood pressure is rising fast now
You clutch your broken arm
Grey skies
The pigeons and the doves
The trees are blue
Nice cartoon
You flipped your new Camaro
Impaled a wall upside down
With just a twelve pack of Bud
And a short ride home
You shouldn't tell that story
Or relent popular fun
Bad justice
I'm behind bars
You can't even
Read or write
You should have
Let it slide