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in mind would slowly lead us to doom
Was it worth it?
You even followed her instagram
It was the end of October, just a year later
I was working
Remember that October
We ate at the restaurant near my house
That place became our spot
And two weeks flew by
You asked me to be yours
That day is
again
Sunday, October
Six thirty, remember
Haunted, by my fears
And failures, this nightmare
Goodbye, to this life
The foreshore, my skyline
Give me, this
it ever end
And I found my heart by the sidelines
With too many wounds to tend
Too many wounds to tend
A face in the crowd
Pick me out
Hear my name
this till the end, you know Imma Young Stunna
I'm the king, young and stuntin' till I die
F the world, what you heard, dead man walkin' in this ride
I
today
But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without
today
But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without
I've always longed to be
New York City
I've got the big city blues
New York City
I've got the big city blues
I had a dream last night
Travelling by
rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
First, Imma rip the buttons off your blouse one by one
Then run my tongue down your neck to your bare
Hey there folks
This is rokdrummer over here
We got a sweet piece
Of chicago style blues
Comin in from my buddy
Jarno Luhtanen
In Koskenkorva
Yeah you know
October
Oh, I
Bless, and you'll be respected
Respect the ways of the old
'Cause when a rudeboy has no place for acceptance
with ease you really worked it
Let's review the scene just to see if it was worth it:
Okay, last fall's when you started it all
October to when you
care about the image
Some snares with the horns Beatsmith like a chemist
Way past most so
All my notes full
I stay on this
I stay hopeful
October's
of blue veins
still a dead thing...
I have been called here by numbers and words... the mausoleum so old and yet so young
I have been here before...
strings too few for the eclectic design view
Use paint to measure if foundational cracks grew
Baby blue is cool by my preference is mango
More like orange
today
But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without
today
But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without
energy babe
All I feel is your energy babe
All I feel is your energy babe
All I feel is your energy babe
(Grandpa Robert Johnson)
Journeys end, October
getter (Gabbana)
Take her to the mall, spend cash with her (yeah, yeah)
Met her in October (ayy, what's your name?)
Blocked her in November (ayy,
the first of October
I thought the chance of brighter days had gone
I was wrong
Here comes the sun
Indian Summer
I can't believe these blue skies
You're
braids, overalls, black tights
And a toboggan atop your golden locks
Two, braids, overalls, bright blue eyes
An oasis for my mind
Two braids, overalls,
never leave the eyes intact
They'll turn all blue and puff out and shit (wack)
Always remove 'em but keep 'em handy
Cause they taste like candy(Hahahaha)
blue and puff out and shit (wack)
Always remove 'em but keep 'em handy
Cause they taste like candy(Hahahaha)
Sike I'm only playin
Ok, now, get
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Say I went to offensive when I defended it
Fuck the way they feel by the end of it
Say I went to offensive
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