As it's raining I walk on the rocks with grass growing in between them
It makes me think of Ireland
Of course it's more of an educational guess cause from what I know there's a lot of rolling hills, grassy
As I step foot onto the truck on our way to heaven or hell I look out the window on my left and I see plants, mud tracks I mean of course like I said it's raining but it's peacefully
So this past time I'm in the backseat with the little evil beside me
Damn, there're so many bumps in the road and the curves make me move around my brain suddenly my brain opens up to the Mexican music us we usually listen to on the road and here you are reading this sister
