Lyrics:
belongs to me My favorite cloath And all the pain we know Comes from what's your favorite a circle I'll get off your chest And throw it underneath
area Code designer cloaths head to toe Keeps you comfortable when your Outta road. Search deep with in your soul Spark memory when elders told you
you that I'm hot Bitch I got the drip From head to my toes Rock with the style I'm talking my cloaths Fake niggas When they see me they froze I got my
A black cloath of forbidden wisdom To ride the night in fullmoon's celebration The wind has stopped it's whisper-like humming It's calm before
the thing of soup in the back of your fridge That nobody wants to touch I'm a pile of cloaths; I'm a dirty dish That you left because it was all too much
I dressed a cloath made with pain Since the first time I looked at you Often We love enemies more than friends because they make us Feel alive I
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