Lyrics:
backpacks So clean and so proud I have no need for fantasy Grimm, Meloy or the likes I need only plant this seed Into my mind And tend to it right 200
got time to worry bout these hoes I ain't no little boy New plug so white I call him Paul Meloy Went to yo girl crib with a trojan like I invaded Troy
on the ground at the wall I stare Like a youngin' in the world without care Think about the past and what I seen there Parties at Meloy ran into some cops over
They will be my Ivy League until I'm dead Saw me off through the snow While Meloy separated us both Goodbye Troublesome, thoughtlessness Honeyed bread
Meloy king eh pa na pay Eh pa na pay Baby wine for the boy What do you want from the boy Go down for the boy What do you want from the boy Baby wine
det kan spores tilbake til Radio Meløy-programmet Vinylknuseriet med faren min Æ kommer tilbake, alltid, bestandig Slapp av hakke sagt mitt, livet e for
cómo me 'toy muriendo Mira cómo me pongo malo Mira cómo 'tán la' mujere' Sobándomelo (-melo) Sobándomelo (-melo) Sobándomelo (-melo)Y como le' iba
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