2015¤354 (Blow Me)
So blow me home, oh sail in my wind
Blow me home, blow me, blow me, blow me home
Is it a crime
Is it a crime
Is it a crime
Is it a crime
Crime
Nah...
NAH
It's a yell for help
But if you mean well yeah you've gotta help yourself
You can't trust in nobody else
Society tells you gotta aim for for the depth of wealth
And take care of your health, nobody'll do it for you
Take care of yourself so one day there may be more you's
To share of your wealth, and to take care of your health
That's life, and if you get a divorced than it's hell
I haven't had one, but I've had my head spun
I've had a white and a blue and a red tongue
And I've been glued to the bed when the doubt in my head
Boiled up and gave my migraines to cloud what I felt
I always dealt with the hardships but it took time
And I'm like "time's always taking a chunk of mine!"
So I write a line to show it's alright this time
Tell the world that life's a fight but it's fine I'm fighting mine
There aint no subliminal message in this text
Tomorrow may be gold or there may be only shit next
You won't always get what you expect like rich sex
Life will vex you perplex you it's a bitch and leave you stressed and messed