Lyrics:
perilous I'm a god to these heretics As an heir to the airlessness Where's the fairness for derelicts Hailin from barren marriages? I ain't playin, I'm
emblazoned jeans And a raven riding boot I call her from the moon With my thousand dollar tune But, in airlessness, my words diffuse My friend, he failed
Discuss these airlessness Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In