Lyrics:
shopping at midnight Climbing over quartzite Slowly getting the courage She lays sound asleep Dreaming of canned sardines Not quite sure why most don't like
Play sand when yer lyin ego won't budge Play sand it's a vile insolent crutch And the quartzite tectite goes to the ground Unless it braids the skin
you Crushing rock on a quartzite And she's sitting next to me in the courtside Lost the game but it's alright I'm just sipping T on ice, we go all night
I'm selling quartzite If you bitch wanna fuck then I just might I asked her how it feel, like Goldilocks she said just right Yo bitch a thot, but she
Smoke rising in the holler I'd bet my last gold dollar Pilot Mountain's on fire again 30 miles north of town In a shining quartzite crown It's been
slowly Barely sixteen Moving to California Blythe to Quartzite Truck-stops near the border Breaking down in western Arizona Breaking down in western
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