All you ever wanna do is party all the time. While listening to songs that don't even rhyme. You walk around talking with no volume control. Conversations so vapid you must be a troll!.
Reporter: Out top story for today, an update to a story we reported to you last week. New details have emerged in the murder of local rapper Adam Bromlo, often referred to by his stage name of Winto "Suck My Dick" Green. Upon finding his body last Saturday morning in a neighbor's inflatable kiddie pool, police believed that Mr. Bromlo had committed suicide by drowning. However, upon further review, investigators now believe that Bromlo had first been suffocated by the big bootie of a "big bootie hoe" before being deposited in the pool. Law enforcement officers are on the case of finding the hoe in question and are searching all rundown seedy, motels within a 25 mile radius of the crime pool. We will keep you posted as new details emerge..
There are times in your life. When you. Have to lend a hand. To right an awful wrong. You'll do all that you can. . There are times in your life. When you.
VERSE 1. . I met a girl with emerald eyes. She lays her head where I lay mine. She sees the world in shades of green. And keeps a spearmint behind her teeth.
Where'd you go. Last thing I recall. Movement slow. Call rejected. There's a place where I don't go. It's hard to understand, I know. . Here's your smell.
You know you belong here. And I could say the same. It makes me wonder. While I talk to you. There is nothing wrong when. . I know this means you. Yeah I know this means you.
Why. Does this feel real. It's not like a stepped out from a dream. Where all the clouds are in the air. What does it mean. This crying man. Pulls out the rubbish from the sand.
Found myself woken. In places I've lived in. But who would believe that. If I'd never spoken. I keep receipts and. Postmarks and pieces. Just to remind me.
one nine is nine. two nines are eighteen. Three nines are 27. four nines are 36. five nines are 45. six nines are 54. seven nines are 63. And eight nines are 72.
Sau-sau taaron se, bhar ke main, bhar ke main yeh daaman. Le chal mujhe kahin door. Sau-sau taaron se, bhar ke main, bhar ke main yeh daaman. Le chal mujhe kahin door.
Been away for a thousand days. Driving at the same highways. I will drive forever. . Everything feels and smells the same. Everything sounds just like rain.
Lying down in a bar. The trees are growing on. Wood branch in my car. My need is always wrong. . Strumming kind a guitar. It might have made a song. The man came down from afar.