.[Verse 1: Dessa]
I travel with a lungful of music, doesnât weigh a thing
Reedâs built in, breathe through it every time I sing
And I got pockets full of my own hands, head full of back-up plans
Temper walks beside me, a gift I guess from my old man
History: lines on my f.
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