Low soul in a manic Feels so only queen A deep tripe for a wander aimless Just fakes his green Cuz I say no you're mine And I'm no only nine feed You got a cross confusing my ages Not yet more me
Cuz I say you're in a ready Bleach-hearted boy wretched voice indeed A prosthetic you waitin to destroy
Two sides to Dylan's haw hee Feeling like a cemetary Karpick a what is in me A drill a sin try to kill it I sit on a quire haw hee Gettin like a titty single only A bottom make a cell it's time to bleed Tee, la-la hee-hee
Pig try to give it to you Killin like a hundred an fifteen in Feed BirminghamTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
