Imael Angel — Da Da Dadada Bad Times

There's a work and a work.
There's a work and a work.
And there's a work and a work.
There's a cruising man up, touch a cobbling toothlessness.
Tell myself I'm uneven, best one of issues.
Got in the closure, and I've been honing my verses.
I got a scene in my faces.
Now please I can end my vacances.
I don't mind, don't mind, don't mind.
Why don't mind?
Another dog, another bear.
Some of the bones, some of the bones and bones.
Some of the bones, some of the bones and bones.
Some of the bones, some of the bones and legs.
I got to see myself.
I got to live in this self.
How much another self I never found, I never found,
I never found.
There's a work and a work.
There's a work and a work.
There's a work and a work.
There's a work and a work.