Young Jesus - Baked Goods

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There is a logarithm entered backwards that acts to repeat
The right amount of existential crises from my brother steve
The holiest of home made baked goods levitating in the street
The steve-y cadence of losing control to access ways to see
You talked to rob you talked to angela you talked to aubergine
You talked to god talked to latanya and you talked to eloise
And in this drama it is raining you are standing the scene
«i am the holiest of home made baked goods levitating in the street»
Tell me why
Tell me why
Etc
Lie
On
Your
Back
Head
Up
To
The
Sun