I listen to others speakin but they keep complaining that i am always with ma notepad writing |
You are the angel without wings
your deep blue eyes made my cellular got beat...
You are so everywhere
you lead while being harness...
Blue lips pale ciroc up in the sky pouring down on...
but nothing seen i turned up my head to curse the...
I am feeling hot
aint you feeling who she is...
Her cheek rosy
painted golden with fame...
Bright thou the ceiling
the wall thou lost...
The pole is high
but i can still see one colour at the tip...
Sometimes we split ways but ur love for me is like acupuncture i don't need surgery |
Rot is skin as skin is money. happy is ur heart for me.I am living |
Try finding ur way out and you would see a trillion locked doors. i just pray so as to always be with my chain saw |