Letras:
Fact Stretch My Arms

I stretch my arms To a familiar space spreading in front of me Then I draw and open my hands In my hands, a tiny fire is flickering Can you see it? Can

It's like I'm falling in 6 feet deep Reaching for the top but I can't breathe (?) Got my eyes wide open but I can see, yeah Got my arms stretched out

off I got a flier in my hand, Bambaataa with Cold Crush The place is packed, with Johnny Wa and Rayon Lovely ladies smellin' sweet, with a lot of Avon Jazzy Jay by my

black holes, and I just want her in my arms. I'm not equipped for long term, and I just want... I found my old sketches of flying facts, with brown paper

bad ass bitch that'll fuck your clique ass so fat, make the illest nigga dry snitch it's time to stretch on these cats 'cause my dogs is restless the

have the innocence of a kid again. have it be your call to arms...make a revival out of it." i reached into my bag and pulled out my crumpled, empty

yourself have the innocence of a kid again. have it be your call to arms...make a revival out of it." i reached into my bag and pulled out my crumpled

I am. You pull my arms, you stretch my legs, about to break, i can not take this any more. Quiet. Been kept shut way for many years. Depressive thoughts are kept inside. And my