John Garcia
Give Me 250 ML
I was driving, just a masking
A mile out, oh 'till I'm gone
Like a cool breeze on the riverside
And her addiction was a friend of mine

She's got hard rythm
So much rythm
And I'll just ride it out
Maybe I'll choke her out

Always standng
Always waiting
Are there infinite answers on the other side of yours?

Precision like the pen
She was made just to win
All the other ones
Fucking born to loose, baby

Transitions and names
Mean nothing so choose
Simplify me
Don't deny me
The river bourbon
Kentucky confide in me