It's gone from light to grey. But I'll move those clouds away. Letting the sun shine through. In this ode to you. . Let the demons have their place. If so its angels you'll create.
how can sick can one nigga be. you think im off that PCP but its Chewy!. a lot of niggas never heard of me. i said beware of me. now they scared of me.
I exist in a constant dreamstate. Where my mind is free to wander. The answers come so easily. To all the of the questions pondered. . I'm not held down by this body.
Oneirophobic. . What the fuck, I'm all tied up. Stop feeding me those pills. I'm begging you, please let me go you bitch. You're gonna get me killed. .
You want all my love and my devotion. You want my loving soul right on the line. I really have no doubt that I could love you forever. The only trouble is, I just really don't have the time.
You want all my love and my devotion. You want my loving soul right on the line. I have no doubt that I could love you forever. The only trouble is you really don't have the time.
Music: Albert Maroto. Lyrics: Elisa C.Martin. . Are you calling me?. I want to begin again. I cannot believe it!. We don't need to talk. All so stupid, all so fake.
You are over the worst. Silence all around. Your dreams are shattered. Like the glass in your mouth. You are over the worst. . It's without any importance.
I've seen the rain in vales of a deeper joy. Don't mourn for me or my demise. I'll away until we've found our deliverance. The tears of your pain will melt the ice.
You must wonder why I kissed her. I don't quite know myself. And you have every right to leave me here hanging by myself. Why you didn't kick me to within an inch of my life.
I don't have confidence like he does. No, I'm not brave or smart like he is. but can he make you laugh like I can?. I doubt it, I doubt it.. I can't always go out like he does.
"Ascending through time and space. Oh great cosmos, hand me the key. Contemplating the fabric of your architecture. Oh great all, I see the key you hold.
Yo, this nigga Drag-On burn niggas, flame niggas. Potch niggas, sautee niggas, skin scorch niggas. You could be any complexion, black, caucasian. We spit razors in kiloid faces.
Uhh. Step up. Drag-On. Uhh. . Look, look, look, look. I don't mean to sound blunt, can I hit 'em up. I ain't the one to play, baby, he did to her. I ain't the one to get the kitty cat kitten smashed.
De los cuarenta colores que yo sé pintar. Eres ese color que no lo puedo ni soñar. Ven aquí, necesito imaginarte. Ay amor, paso el día pintándote. Y qué difícil copiar el aire de tu piel.