MORNINGS Edai GonzalesGonzales

It's in my maze, made from the threads, follow those tiny little, maybe bigger though, just my mazes and maps, crisscross in your view, you're lost in my feelings of Sunday morning, you're in my blue trails, I'm in the air, the energy of my words are flowing low in the rows, so-called snow in the nose, if you never choke, I'll show you how it's going on, babe, the empire state of my mind, the empire state of mine, inspired by my medicine, we're gonna get high, cause we love those kinds of rhymes, lies about the Christ, the Christ is all about lies

I don't do the mornings