Before Anything Else

I remember feeling you shaking when we first kissed
Thunder shock across a night filled with blurred mist
It’s a shame the world blinded me from your deep eyes
And that feeling of both my hands upon your sweet ties
Chess games and fucking lies came to finish it
Can’t say from time to time I don’t feen the shit
But fuck it, mistakes are fuel to creativity
To the point you get lift up like paranormal activity
Moral identity gets mature as you grow
So if you’re kind of feeling low
Take the time to feel my flow
‘Cause I’ll bring it to you raw until we meet blood
So anytime you feel on death row, turn on your iPod
Alright dog ?

You used to call him on his cellphone
But now there’s no one once he gets home
He thinks of you as he unfolds his coat…
Stuck on that Boblo Boat