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{Height} Walk through them snows Zoom through those towns The lamplight it glows Camped out on these grounds Let's blast out these sounds Go nuts on these bills Let's cut through these pathways And stomp through these hills Now Jesus was a freak Said blessed are the meek Came back out to black out Let's push past the peak Sit down, let me speak Leave herbs in these hails Let's walk down these highways With raps wrapped in bales {Illingsworth} This life is roller-coasting Full of locomotion, ovеrdosing I'd rather be row-boating in the opеn ocean Suffering from liquor sweats Rupturing my liver, whilst Sculpturing a cup with chisel Numbering a finished set Walk with weasley varmints in the eastern market Each team link reeks of garbage The leader's whoever blinks the hardest Or whoever can streak the farthest While outrunning police departments We can walk in peace or unleash the marmot {Mister} Portrait of a tumbleweed Picture me rolling A certain something about neil young, rust and sleep Is keeping me going The blood is pumping, applying heat to the frozen And dropkicking any impeding the motion Loose cannon Flyin' Brian, find me floating Over all these crumb bums, dum dums and lushes A marathon, man I don't see the need for rushing, I'm walking