Carpet Dreams (Dust Bunnie the Hunger Smith)

Jotting at the audibly adorned, adoring from floor space, got gaps in the face afforded by the lack of importance, at least lest impressed with the moral contortions, affording confidence in conscience by the portion, pouring by the jug, I'd be lucky huffing it, hugging trips? No, you're living off of the shit.

Meat and a mackerel, seeds in the satchel, back it up theres meters to mantle, heat got the heart to handle and he gone treat you the same, ashamed in some shambles

Clumps, castle to some, massive rug, rubbing in as such, drug it out, bown down, but it's now brown cow, bud it by the ounce, bite it in the mouth, hive hide hiding behind mound, have your pride tightened to the crown, christ, I'd have found a sound by now.

Jack of all trades but ain't a merchant, we working out and surfing during selling season, telling reason with words, ease in to a knack, tactics brandish wack assets in the act, ceaseless breed between the absence