When you try to switch the battery back on
Room with a trap door
Odds get stacked up
Chips seem less tall
Face to face exacerbate
Eyes that sing
Anticipate
Fingers wait
Cold to the touch
Hold the torch as best you may
It’s coming up roses
In all the right places
Take the time to smell em
Take the right lane and roll your venom
Evasive heart on a heavy rhythm
Make me laugh Meditative qualms roll out 7s
Heavyweight cries over everything tied
Seldom our winner
(winner winner, i wear denim)