Who wants to be ordinary Who wants to be sweet Who wants to know mid-term Which hasn't been dried for weeks Which hasn't been dried for weeks
Traduzione: The Knife. High School Poesia.
: Who wants to be ordinary Who wants to be sweet Who wants to know mid-term Which hasn't been dried for weeks Which hasn't been dried for weeks
't step to me until you're ripened fruit I'm loopy from the invitations from funeral glue Stone poems dissolve combatants via shards through 56k high
up his advances Your friends ain't shit, all they do is drink, smoke and suck dick The whole projects is trapped in stench You either high school drop
phallus through your rookie ass throat Yo Duke, don't step to me until you're ripened fruit I'm loopy from the invitations from funeral glue Stone poems dissolve combatants via shards through 56k high
spending up his advances Your friends ain't shit, all they do is drink, smoke, and suck dick The whole projects is trapped in stench You either high school
wake to a knife in me no more breath in my hair or ladies' underwear tossed up over the alarm clock blood dripping from the bed to a neatly written poem
up his advances Your friends ain't shit, all they do is drink, smoke, and suck dick The whole projects is trapped in stench You either high school drop
