Correction Paroles Dead Sentences par Fyre

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(F**k it, n***a!
Be around-)

For blunts, some hash
Feel good, we mash
So when faggots blast, 808 cash
Characters stash where work flash with your member cash, dead cells on my eyelash (she stay down, down, down…)
Visions of a past, distorted flying half mast (she stay down, down, down…)
Bear's everlast
Severed clever never written every task

(I took it down, down, down…)

Dark and down low, they'll never know
Hard as the soul, a separate flow
Far as we know, it's blessed to pose
Caught by the gold, ran violent so
Expect the blood if you must hold
Your stomach stud, a tragic cold day in the mud
A stairway sold to city hearts
And country souls found in the parks
A faith, it grows down in the dark
We lay real low
In distorted larks, love is the road
A bloody necessity to what we'll never know
In the dark, the puddle blows
Neglected to be free
It's set to burst
Dark, yes indeed
Love is berserk
A comfortable village
Cultivated in dirt
Calloustised from an everlasting search
And she stay down, down, down...
Couldn't believe it was happening, but it was
In the trees laughing, feel a buzz
People clapping, kill my cuz
Bald eagles flapping, feel some dust
Tall females grab me, so real I must
Stay on the bottom, bottom line: never broken
They make me riding lost in pleasure open his beautiful legs
Get up in there, shoot more than a cake
Love when she stares through me like a window
On the street, you try to keep it simple
Kiss the beat like a nipple
This is heat, by a tiny nickel
Just to keep me going
Love freaks on oceans
Touch me, I'm smoking

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