The perfect mix of music and traffic.

I'm so stoked about breathable oxygen. "so long" is thirty miles long. 

City life is o not attractive, when paranoia's gotten the best of me.

I look long and hard. I'm always wrong. Eight years and five

months to blame for who I am today. Think I was bored in New Jersey. 

Old friends. Still talk to some. I'll crawl back under

the rock I came from. Yea, I was born in new Jersey and it will die in me. 

Spent some time away from my feelings. While everything around me was crushing me for long. 

Denying being wrong. 

I broke down. Built up. Broke down. I broke down. 

Built up broke down twice. That's right. I gotta song along.