Target 歌词

When I'm in target, I am the target no more Getting my brainstorm baggage Cleanin' one step out before I try to keep it back Drivin my blood through the neck To land the landscape store. When I'm in fly-high's "cuting" my deep desires I remind me the flush taste Droppin' my mind to the stars I die my feelings to laze My muted purple haze To catch a strike at the door.