Lyrics:
gil es
Estar despierto viendo todo el tiempo que perdés
Si no vas a hacer nati, torso, ni te levantés
Dormir es para giles, por eso no lo sé hacer
lengua
Sobre mis axilas
Sobre mi torso
Sobre mi vello
Y como un oasis en medio del caos
Nos absorbimos
Parece que hay niebla en madrid
Nos refugiamos
that shit over now
Pull up to your crib now you gonna give the run around
Miss the way you rubbing on my torso
I just know these times been hard
I'll
Watching this torso turn corpse
Blood dripping from intestines as they are ripped from inside out
The struggle for exhalation
A need to fulfill my
tour sold
You feel this deep in your torso
Feel like someone's readin' your horoscope
Some shit only me and the Lord knows
SOS, that's for those who
wadn't
Shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don
With the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine
The back cracker smack you with
My verbals
Lydia, oh! Lydia, say have you met Lydia
Oh! Lydia, the tattooed lady
She has eyes that folks adore so
And a torso even more so
Lydia, oh! Lydia,
torso
Use your muscles, my corpuscles, want to go
Assault me, attack me, lose control
Let's smother each other in a good old strangle-hold
There's
Torso-Boy
So what's he complaining about?
Say, that reminds me of another amusing anecdote
This guy comes up to me on the street
And he tells he hasn't
to change my mind tomorrow
So now can I borrow your timid torso
More so than your soul? Honest me, gotta be how I roll
Fuck the rhythm, tuck the rhythm
Guilt stains on my pillow
Blood on my terraces
Torsos in my closet
Shadows from my past
Life is real, life is real
Life is real, so real
it right there with my postcode (postcode)
I been jumpin' out the gym with no Jordans on (whoa)
She been all above the rim on her torsos (whoa)
Oh Lydia, oh, Lydia, say have you met Lydia
Oh, Lydia, the tattooed lady
She has eyes that folks adore so
And a torso even more so
Lydia, oh,
on the ground!
Aww fuck
They got me
He's bleeding slow, blood dripping from his torso
Will he ever get to see his son grow?
What's the picture they gon'
greener on the other side, I'm focused on my own yard
Ain't got enough, need more dough, we twisting blunts like torsos
I'm rich as fuck but more so,
the dryer, there's a torso in the washer
I think it might even belong to Portia when I tossed her
Arms and legs in the garbage, 'cause the rest of her, I
back
44 to ya torso 4 in ya hat
Kick doja to ya house n put it to a cataract
Gorillas wit banana clips going monkey in the back
They'll put yo ass in
torso has left you behind
To separate yourself I'll pay the price a breast augmentation
I had to pay twice girls decline quicker that's for sure
Two in
yo
Era el amo de esta tierra
Mi cabeza se incrusta en mi torso, las manos
Se hunden para adentro, un torso que gira
Como una pelota, y gira como
a grave you'll rot and mold
Putrified headless corpse, missing body parts
Dissected torso leaks
Pus and fluids seep
I killed you
Gasping for air
I've got
Lucky me
What a gorgeous blue ride
On his armoured torso
This is taking me
In its simplicity
To a place behind the horizon
Throughout shortcuts
Blood is spilled, bones are cracked, Fettered limbs are cruelly hacked,
Relentless brutal maniac, Violent death, gore attack... Torso... Choke
Cleaving away at any extremity, From his torso his appendages are ripped,
Another pass of my chainsaw, And his leg is disjoined at the hip, Cutting
tings in the manor
No skeletons in my wardrobe
Just bags worth of swagger
What the fuck's that on your torso?
That ain't worth the hanger
Run out
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