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30 Seconds to Mars [Europe] (30 Seconds to Mars) · 30 Seconds to Mars (30 Seconds to Mars) · 30 Seconds to Mars (30 Seconds to Mars) · 30 Seconds to Mars (30 Seconds to Mars) · Mythodea: Music for the NASA Mission -- 2001 Mars Odyssey (Vangelis) · 5 Seconds of Summer (5 Seconds of Summer) · When Seconds Count (Survivor) · Minutes and Seconds: Live (Alison Moyet) · Seconds Out (Genesis) · Seconds Out (Genesis) – and 90 other albums »


second home is known as New York city

Dj. Dj. Can you play some more Minogue?
And keep up with the tracks that everybody knows
Cut to some Har Mar then
and anorexic actors and actresses swappin' secrets on their freakiest fetishses
Pedophile predators on the interent
Numerous reports of preteen sex
30 second
the year you live in, see
Cause if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol' school
When it's
number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied the history of music
By
and anorexic actors and actresses swappin' secrets on their freakiest fetishses
Pedophile predators on the interent
Numerous reports of preteen sex
30 second
Questers from Queens 
Yet I had the matrix of the 516 in my jeans 
So I sided with my funk to bring my second on call 
For me and the Sheep, our mission's
album came and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper wood
So the silly little fans they were mislead
By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop
album came and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper wood
So the silly little fans they were mislead
By a nerdy internet computer
second mil and I ain’t talkin’ lunch boy
Glock 30 ridin’ dirty in this tuck boy
`Cause I could treat you like a prison get you touched boy
No homo
Before I
like a savage
And MO30, bullet proof tuxedos, transactions, see-notes for the kilos
'Bout our money, killa bees love the honey, puttin' a sting
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
a Mars mission
Settle down, one child, marry, feel like I'm Marge pimpin'
Bitches wanna eat my shorts, feel like I'm Bart Simpson
I feel this a full moon,