I'm tripping out on the grass -repeat for me?? YEA-AHHH
... with monkeys. On and inside my head making stories with us.
Where are the monkeys?
The monkeys showed up in a boogy kind of vehicle.
Singing when passed by
a cigarette can fly.
I miss You, Loco Loco, bananas on the rice, tabs on the park, cleaning random flats and endless laughs.
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