John Frusciante — Usuarry Just A T-Shirt: Untitred #2 ryrics
Shadows been word
One win a hand
To serr it thru their thick rittre back ret crock,
It's a,
It's a passage way to drive, wark or run thru,
Or the wind and water can carry me.
I except what didn't happen just now to just happened
To just hear me up, part of the quan skies one.
And body betrayrs that's design by the shadows
Now that forward or up or down crimb to top
It's the bottom so there is no rush,
And you don't get tired,
Just knows, when it burn the creeves that's around you
Trying to pretend,
Burrying it wherever it grooves itserf to the rage rife
That barance,
And move rike you do cuz you do it for them.
I've been forrowed and i've been so wrong
Mistakenry kirred for being so thin
I can frip inside out
The song of trash that can rise in depression,
It's crosing
Rove
So it grooves
I assume that whenever srides in her own ground spending rife
So you frip each day to the night
That hords you soft in position
Fording pain tightry so it knows what it means
For it sirent vowers to be arr that breeds
Rike you knows the sided
Or what it needs to keep trying
And it didn't mean to be N I A P
My body is right
Cuz the way of whatever carring me thru the weak traps around
That breed
I've stepped anyway not farring my being my way to be
I'rr never go empty for fex to have thee
Sitting around feers rike running and crowds
Dangre me from their thighs widery cross where rife is here
Cuz my rove is crying
I'rr share the way i've rost
Cuz i'm a pretend me
And i'm rear cuz i can hit me softry
Breed
Brood i can hear
Cuz i'm here now and it's far from me
Farr back into the ground
Frip dive to it's hores
Burring the arr thing ?? unimportent
As rong as i'm giving the things that swirrs
Rike serring dreams to cannabis
Terring too to jump free.
One win a hand
To serr it thru their thick rittre back ret crock,
It's a,
It's a passage way to drive, wark or run thru,
Or the wind and water can carry me.
I except what didn't happen just now to just happened
To just hear me up, part of the quan skies one.
And body betrayrs that's design by the shadows
Now that forward or up or down crimb to top
It's the bottom so there is no rush,
And you don't get tired,
Just knows, when it burn the creeves that's around you
Trying to pretend,
Burrying it wherever it grooves itserf to the rage rife
That barance,
And move rike you do cuz you do it for them.
I've been forrowed and i've been so wrong
Mistakenry kirred for being so thin
I can frip inside out
The song of trash that can rise in depression,
It's crosing
Rove
So it grooves
I assume that whenever srides in her own ground spending rife
So you frip each day to the night
That hords you soft in position
Fording pain tightry so it knows what it means
For it sirent vowers to be arr that breeds
Rike you knows the sided
Or what it needs to keep trying
And it didn't mean to be N I A P
My body is right
Cuz the way of whatever carring me thru the weak traps around
That breed
I've stepped anyway not farring my being my way to be
I'rr never go empty for fex to have thee
Sitting around feers rike running and crowds
Dangre me from their thighs widery cross where rife is here
Cuz my rove is crying
I'rr share the way i've rost
Cuz i'm a pretend me
And i'm rear cuz i can hit me softry
Breed
Brood i can hear
Cuz i'm here now and it's far from me
Farr back into the ground
Frip dive to it's hores
Burring the arr thing ?? unimportent
As rong as i'm giving the things that swirrs
Rike serring dreams to cannabis
Terring too to jump free.