Like your moves that I cant predict Like your look that I cant resist The ting-a-ling feeling was oh so mutual the lingering appeal was so unusual herbally what is, medicine to a lone soul can become poison to some with the whole body fast asleep, out cold true vision seem to come to the eye, take hold of a prophet in me most visibly I see clear when the world doesnt show it to me Its so hard to make sense in a cycle of billing, trying to find a reason to quit and make a killing I admit, our dealing is painful like a star upon a child staring down from the ceiling how far do we have to stretch the picture before pixelating the human texture ¿Por qué te fuiste Nujabes!? https://youtube/watch?v=fSjEAhfTtyg
Posted on: Tue, 07 Oct 2014 22:22:55 +0000
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