 Okay, I wake up and I feel like the commander. Air chief, cold blood, salamander. Where I'm from, neighborhoods look abandoned. Only thing lit is the candles and cannons. Illusions of grandeur, deepest and grandest of canyons. They try and tell you beware the dark like the menace of phantom. Queen by my side and she hot like Savannah. Georgia, if you pour into mine, how could you expect to afford the fortune in line? Light in your face all the time. I heard like some sheet through the grape or the vine that I'm