Oaken rod system show me sloping earlobes The patient unlisted bit my lip sir Basing the feeling off weed, Go! But my Achilles is a shortly written poem
Go loco, slow from dro, broke your nose Scraping my bristle missile, Go!
My cost is cheap, my words are deep, Cutting right through your soul, Sad to see the lights burn out, Sad to see the lights burn out, Sad to see the lights, My words are cheap.
Another sucker punch You were late for dinner, I was late for lunch You wanna know the truth? I eat alotta soup What's it like to punch a drum So belong and hold it tightly son You wanna know the truth? I eat alotta soup
Such slow stoic teeth of mine Box him in Uncle Leo is between your thighs Your soak in rusting these slope driven pots n pans No time to rush him, delete my deleted land Yo who proves to me to believe what you need without me Who proves to believe in me Yo who proves to believe without me Don't believe that you're with me, just to believe Just to and just to and just to and just to believe
Blow out your lungs, Let your mouth fill with blood, Stop, hang on my every word, Because I promise I'm coming back.
I blocked your three point shot, you get caught napping a lot Your handles worse than Chris A. when he's high on pot You're like an epileptic version of a ballet dancer KG might say that you have cancer
Blow out your lungs, Let your mouth fill with blood, Stop, hang on my every word, Because I promise I'm coming back, Blow out your lungs, Let your mouth fill with blood, Stop, hang on my every word, Because I promise it's gonna be your last.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
