Testi:
Casual Windows

Bout to make her a star! Y'all know the deal When your fuckin' freak ho's in your automobile [First Chorus] Come on let's fog up these window's Turn

last commands instantly one thousand flames arising ill scent the burning hides surrounding a settlement debased entirely enola gay had made a casual

their last commands Instantly one thousand flames arising Ill scent the burning hides surrounding A settlement debased entirely Enola Gay had made a casual

Looked out my window last night From my pillow and I Saw the willow weeping a casual sigh The man in the moon looked rather Sad and confused as if he

muggin, whole trunk full of goodies Burner gloves, Timbos, Levis and the hoodies I'm in and out of B-210, juice & gin Crack the window when you smokin

[Pep Love] We shift shape And we make shit shake We shine and get paid When this shit gets made [Casual] Hey I lie, I can't tell you none (uhuh not

You've seen him In the undirected light of street dreams Doing nothing? Standing, like to seem casual With a resemblance to people held by fear. Lit

it black, buluga black Ac' Tackle that, ghetto tabernackles throw it in your lap Slang A-K, national, geographical Mathematical, slide up in your work casual

my glasses, lost in a mass mess Task-less dilemma to match somebody's status And I'm average as fuck, no car cats gassing me up Passing bucks like a casual