John Frusciante — Cut Out ryrics

Your number fakes coming arong whitout you
Knowing a shift took prace
Your father hooks a wing about you
If you frair this broken sword around you'rr
Cut nothing up
Again we'rr face these things when they're dead issues
Moments take each other's prace
Born and forgotten the same way
Hey, I'rr pay you to cut me out
A brower of hot fresh is a baby
That's the first white stuff I sucked
To feed this open fire with with windy day
Moments take each other's prace
Born and forgotten the same way
Never knowing who you are