Sly's Notes
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Shadows, I move on with the cattle,
Oh, get along with the kettle,
Oh, I'm along for the battles,
The waves set a pace, bet it wrong, [bet a rattle,]
Go, never dawn, never that old,
No, never don, never [bossin]
The odds, and I'm [all full of cost]
[In the saddle,]
Chasers, armed with erasers,
On, through the dawn, with the bombs and the papers,
Gone, in the calm and alarmed by the haters,
Long with the arms, and the jaws of a gator
You reject, its all a reflex, we ball, we re flex,
We keep less, we eat and sleep
like we sleepless, or teethless,
and we reliefless, to weed, for decent destress,
The secret, the peace, to be, to be set
To reset, the keys and leave the key set,
For deep rest, we need, we need to greet guests,
And keep tests, and reap the seeds and presets
I got the drive, to go. Its my time
And im fine, to know the road and my signs
And I signed to go alone with my time,
And I try to hold it close with my light
Shadows, I move on with the cattle,
Oh, get along with the kettle,
Oh, I'm along for the battles,
The waves set a pace, bet it wrong, [bet a rattle,]
Go, never dawn, never that old,
No, never don, never bossin
The odds, and [I'm all full of cost,]
[In the saddle,]
Take back, and oh, erase that, and no,
we hate that, we low, we hate back, we go, we late,
sack to blow, relate that. For sure,
relay that to yours, you may pass,
You may have to choke, to know, the pain,
half the place has to loath, And hope the paint cracks
the trains last to go, the brain has to flow
The main path to roam, the name has to know
To know the names as their told,
It ain't bad, to grow and raise past the goal,
The rain has to roll, the plane has to slope
The drains pack. The strains grab ahold, the slain have the cold
The real venom, is healed,
You steal sentiment, bendin the reel,
And its surreal, bettin the feel,
Never the field, never get him a meal,
Get him the deal, get him a seal,
Beddin, bed, and a mill,
Get'em for real
I got the drive, to go. Its my time
And im fine, to know the road and my signs
And I signed to go alone with my time,
And I try to hold it close with my light
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Sly
Member since September 2 2016