Like a feather, I can, blow away, an a.
A thought that is, what the words of the say. an a
Is why you're gonna misfire out.
Cause I never enough of my crime.
Keep on calling me, oh my, oh my crime. boy
Ran with the show, wondered what I did it for
You gotta learn the language, instead, the metaphor
And a, like a monument in disguise.
I know how to lose my guide.
But I,
Never get enough of my crime
Never get of
Never get enough of my crime
Never get of
Never get enough for my mind.
Looked in the glass, Get in-line with yourself Girl.
Layers of the heart dimensions of thought
Desire is movement, but
Love is un-moving, an a,
I never get enough for my mind
Never get enough
Never get enough of my crime
Never get enough
Never get enough of my crime
Never get enough
Never get enough for my mind.
Writer(s): Trixie Whitley
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