Testo di Orange Drive Palms

I try I lie Someone's sphincter in my eye Kick it with that rebel cat and I want it to be that I'm feeling slightly down I'm looking up from the ground While confusion strains my mind I contemplate this time Thinking about a future Hemming it with a suture Dog shitting on the sign could the head below be mine Remember the palms Orange drive is where these palms lie Making me sick Making me want to get high under the palms