This is Speechwriters LLC.

Just another west side story.

A California kid out to drink himself to glory of success tonight.

I'm dressed to fight.

I may begin my shit together if the cess just right.

Because I've been walking like a heart for too much on my mind.

Staring at the back and taking what it could

find and let the tension increase

I need attention release

to get some wipe on my head

and not to mention some peace

so it's an old type bringing Y-O-B affair

people getting stupid and forgetting

their cares is just a Saturday scene

you know what I mean I find some people in the crowd

to stick myself in between softs spoken pot smoke

through the broken down girls. I never ever am a stride with this other fried

girls. One's got a sundress. The other's got pearls. Easy on the guys I never rock in my world

now. I'm born-bound thinking about a girl that I shouldn't start to write a letter though I told

myself I wouldn't pine away for her. I pray for her if I thought there was a God who let me stay with her

And did she get my last take

Did you think it was great?

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