it couldn't have helped how it could've felt was weighing over, all the while I'm fuckin it up not knowing my stuff winging hard enough to lift off
know it doesn't help I can't help myself it's a certain hell
take it out to pasture
maybe it's a gift climb into the pit who'm I speaking with? look into it's face take a little taste exist in my spaceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
