Been out the back of it
To followed in the Forrest

But couldn't be forgot
For all a fatty forgets

And I belong
We'll be reveled
To recognize the peruse [?]

And I forgot
To all about [?]
We're loving on a forest

And now their ghost
Will I have the balls?
We'll land and tell the author [?]

Well I forgot
We have their ghost
It sucks to fall the margres [?]

And troy can crumble
We are the
Forget 'bout it [?]