Sr. Cruze

Synesthetic, synesthetic

Hey, I know it’s possible we might be apart for a while
But in the end, our fate is to be together
We can’t let go, we can’t let go
I rose from the ashes, changes in the bag
I chased the tests, but got nothing in return
Physical recovery, medical evolution (synesthetic)
Medical history and analysis
Detox period and nutritional feeding and
Toxin elimination, take the oxy
I’m trying to relearn how to sleep
Anaerobic calisthenics and body knowledge, where I messed up
I’m in group therapy and picking my sponsor, sup, Charlie?
I’m regaining my self-esteem, mind, and function
The more action, the less chance of relapse
The three main weapons to overcome
My addiction, oh, I’ve got them right here

From the chalice of life, hey God, take a sip
Hit one in C where no one can hear you and
Touché, to me your shit is bullshit
Couché, Mr. Cruze is waiting for me at home, eh
From the chalice of life, hey God, take a sip
Hit one in C where no one can hear you
Touché, to me your shit is bullshit
Couché, Mr. Cruze is waiting for me at home, eh

I asked Mary for a prayer workshop
God saved us, Tali, you’re full of grace
The Lord is with you and you are blessed
This self-love I have is because of love for you (synesthetic)
Fan, go fall in love, not even for all the chocolate
Change is that love where she gives everything for him
Maintaining my abstinence, staying away from
Drinking alcohol and no cocaine
Initially for three months managing my money (synesthetic)
And recreational life with my family
I reflect it in F
Under my sun, yeah, in the car
Car and car in C
So at 2, no one can hear
I want you cuddled up, here, here, here
Get nice and hot, it’s slipping out alone, -it
Shake that booty, bounce it back
Here, here, here, here, here in your big ass

From the chalice of life, hey God, take a sip
Hit one in C where no one can hear you
Touché, to me your shit is bullshit
Couché, Mr. Cruze is waiting for me at home, eh
From the chalice of life, hey God, take a sip
Hit one in C where no one can hear you
Touché, to me your shit is bullshit
Couché, Mr. Cruze is waiting for me at home, eh