Yes, not a single reason to think, where can I get them?
After all, in order to shine, you don’t have to listen to your friend through glass, much less trust her
Listen to what you're talking about, I finally got wise and appreciated that series, fuck them, this is bullshit, a provocation.
I believed in what I saw, how a sponge absorbed its place (the place of a bitch)
Although they told your son not to stick your nose into your sex partners, that’s right. (oh-oh)
If I hadn’t hung out on the bar then (a) I wouldn’t have been a rule, okay, listen
What kind of masa sconce is that? (what the hell is this)
don’t tell them bye and so much has been said, (listen boy)
The cops are screwed.
I won’t say what it has to do with it, but I saw everything with these eyes (I made them public)
This is an example for them...
Uuu My body is a monolith from pieces, sewn together with a thread of unscrupulous spells.
Begging them to stop chewing the crumb of bread, a child's gaze appears on the screen.
The broadcaster, laid out in packages, is burning out, at my feet.
My body is a monolith in pieces, a puzzle that makes me go crazy.
What kind of masa sconce is that? (what the hell is this)
don’t tell them bye and so much has been said, (listen boy)
The cops are screwed.
I won’t say what it has to do with it, but I saw everything with these eyes (I made them public)
This is an example for them. Oh my god I'm a puzzle!
The devil is stuck in my brand new castle, he is the boss in hell.
He is surrounded by walls from those who are on the lead.
I decided to get up, stupidly to God, I collected my clothes on an empty stomach and dumped them in the morning.
His bald head began to shine and he whispered, “Be afraid of me.”
I rushed to the ground, my cheeks were shaking, I was not smoking.
Mud of my old friends. man you are a pure bastard.
And I’m having such a blast, but I’m damned.
It was me who left the whole cupcake in that house with the whores. (Oops)
It was I who left all the bullets in that house.
Uuu My body is a monolith from pieces, sewn together with a thread of unscrupulous spells.
Begging them to stop chewing the crumb of bread, a child's gaze appears on the screen.
The broadcaster, laid out in packages, is burning out, at my feet.
My body is a monolith in pieces, a puzzle that makes me go crazy.
What kind of masa sconce is that?
don’t tell them yet and so much has been said, the cops are screwed.
I won’t say what it has to do with it, but I saw everything with these eyes (I made them public)
This is an example for them. Oh my god I'm a puzzle!
