The drum is never the enemy of the pen. But when I'm meeting mentally with beat and melody then. One of me can turn into ten of me. If there's ten of me, tell me how many heavenly similes can we blend?.
The drum is never the enemy of the pen. But when I'm meeting mentally with beat and melody then. One of me can turn into ten of me. If there's ten of me, tell me how many heavenly similes can we blend?.
LITTLE SLICE LYRICS. . And the clouds are red and pink like they're wearing a tube of lipstick. The sun is dimming while dipping a toe into the Pacific.
LITTLE SLICE LYRICS. . And the clouds are red and pink like they're wearing a tube of lipstick. The sun is dimming while dipping a toe into the Pacific.