I live behind the line, bitch, I walk around the edge.
Sometimes I'm here, and sometimes I fly away.
Sometimes I am alive, and sometimes I forget.
The reality is too stuffy
And I do not know her (I do not find out).
Madam, Madam -Parania -
Beard foam rubber, Paransa on bail.
And "03" as products of the "smoke-component",
My name is a tattoo on the back of the nurse.
Two homeless women wash their legs in the MacDaka toilet.
Look for your fingers in a salad plate.
There are three wool paths on the table.
My name is a clearance of a pressat window.
Two bums wash their legs in the toilet.
In the next office, I cleared like Kokainettie.
I jumped out into the street and lost in summer ...
And, and -
This, apparently, is not a dream. Coma is an evil rock.
Hands under the skin, smoke under the ceiling.
This, apparently, is not a dream. Heads on take -off
Music is a bitch. Why is it so rushing?
This, apparently, is not a dream. Coma is an evil rock.
Hands under the skin, smoke under the ceiling.
This, apparently, is not a dream. Heads on take -off
Music is a bitch. Why is it so rushing?
Do not let it into your heart - the world will come
To you humiliated. You are up to*uya Original.
You need to beat on the liver. Everyone has been seized for a long time.
There is no speech, nothing to say - huli?
This bitch is so puzzled.
She is to shreds, that's for sure.
What to take from her? (A)
What's from her ... take ...
Broken g*PA, but a broken suitcase.
Give all Salam to all.
7212 - Karaganda, Kazakhstan.
Yes, I scattered the whole glass.
Aman, Yesen.
Yes, I checked pure
This, apparently, is not a dream!
This, apparently, is not a dream.
This, apparently, is not a dream.
This, apparently, is not a dream. Coma is an evil rock.
Hands under the skin, smoke under the ceiling.
This, apparently, is not a dream. Heads on take -off
Music is a bitch. Why is it so rushing?
This, apparently, is not a dream. Coma is an evil rock.
Hands under the skin, smoke under the ceiling.
This, apparently, is not a dream. Heads on take -off
Music is a bitch. Why is it so rushing?
This, apparently, is not a dream. Coma is an evil rock.
Hands under the skin, smoke under the ceiling.
This, apparently, is not a dream. Heads on take -off
Music is a bitch. Why is it so rushing?
