There’s 106 miles to Chicago, we’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark out, and we’re wearing sunglasses.
Hit it !
Stop the pressure ….
Gimma some sunshine and peace please….
You don’t know “Jungle Love?” That shit is the mad notes. Written by God herself and handed down to the greatest band in the world: The mother-fucking Time. Owe-ee, owe-ee, owe…