Lyrics:
in the fridge
My shorty rock a fringe, I ain't really one for wigs
Unless you're talking opps holding smoke from the sig
19, 42 I had them both
the sound of a dark fringe group
No more deserted commercial fucking shit
Love it or hate it you know what I mean
Love it or hate it
Things are never as bad
a Caprice i'm like Dr york in the
Mausoleum I'm two degrees
Iommi jacket with fringes witchcraft
Up the sleeve
Got goons like Buddy Hackett that
Will blast
on the plain
I found life
Brimming forth
Found life
Steering course
Found life
c fringe explored
Found life
On the killing floor
Found
up
The shards of us cut within
Always the same day
Frozen all in the fringe
I surrender to the sleep
And leave the hurt behind me
There’s no more death
fringe group & underdog but feel like Im undertaker
죄다 부수고 관을 짜면 put you in a casket
가지고 놀아줘도 make a basket
이제 랩 스킬은 미쳤지 thats a boom bap s-it
그래 VMC 사단 아래
Be the outsiders, the outsiders
We set our tents up on the fringe
With our backs to their cool now
And in our heads we fit right in
'Cause they
j'suis pas une série télé, Fringe!
Ou Jim Carrey dans un costume de caribou pété, Grinch!
Arrête de l'prononcer comme si t'habitais à LA, "Greenje!"
Tu
And local racism, 8 minutes and this whole world is finna end
I watch the fringe film 'the fin', infant again
She says she got to see where infinite ends
me hide along your fringes
As close as mortal hearts can be
Take these pieces left of me and
Make me whole
So this is what it feels like
To hold
me hide along your fringes
As close as mortal hearts can be
Take these pieces left of me and
Make me whole
So this is what it feels like
To hold
me hide along your fringes
As close as mortal hearts can be
Take these pieces left of me and
Make me whole
So this is what it feels like
To hold
Netflix
Vado alle feste solo per picchiarmi come O.C.
In spiaggia bianco come Laura Palmer in Twin Peaks
Io provengo da un altro universo come Fringe
côté chanteur danseur de Justin
Il a un humour à la FRIENDS et le mystère de FRINGE
US BOYS sont le rêve des FRENCH GIRLS
On veut un American
a world that has no pity
It's all to keep the rats from your door
But in her dreams, it's hard to tell the fringe from the seams
And then she cries, do
Still got work to do, without no fringe benefits
And sayin', ""Phonte ain't rippin' it""
That's oxymoronic like Icy Hot or ABB Distributing
I mean, it's
The secret life she's parading
Silent sin can speak can sing you the ways
A cabaret where secondhand hearts can play
The classic dance between the fringe
teir lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the fringe of the great North Sea
O had they died by Pearse's side or had fought with Cathal Brugha
Their
the soul is dreamless
Wondering where the Thinkers hide
On the fringe of total madness
Pawns of this futile gods-mode game of chess
the oxygen and fuel blend
Gentle right-hand turn
Listen to the sound of thunder
Al 666 cubic inches burn
Fringes leather pistons throbbing
Might thunder
in the 80's
With our big hair
Jackets with fringes
Stretch pants
Mascara
Choreographed kicking
You got a big laugh outta 70's disco
But you
on stars in the night
Fathers are black holes that suck up the light
That's the memory I filed on the fringe
Along with the memory of the pain you lived
j'suis pas une série télé, Fringe!
Ou Jim Carrey dans un costume de caribou pété, Grinch!
Arrête de l'prononcer comme si t'habitais à LA, "Greenje!"
Tu
But seen the world turn its back on its children, Syria
Ostracised but we never played the victim
We learnt from the fringe that’s the difference
Even
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