kilogram that weight ll make music Ayo theres blood on the cocain a scene that is psycho dope so pure feigns cling to the light pole. Wet purer than holy water
' more and it feels better than a tongue-kiss carbonated with the flow, orange-flavored sunkist we musically grow unto the world like a fungus amongst this, playin' the piano like a trumpet
It's good to feel you again It's been a long, long time, hasn't it? I know a farmer who looks after the farm With water clear, he cares for all his
leaves them staring from the ground And the feeling the feeling that you're hollow Is just the trumpet before it sounds O you Islands.... Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Hydrogen Jukebox Music
make music [Verse 2:] Ayo There's blood on the cocain a scene that is psycho dope so pure feigns cling to the Light pole. Wet purer than holy water your
And it feels better than a tongue-kiss Carbonated with the flow, orange-flavored sunkist We musically grow unto the world like a fungus Amongst this, playin' the piano like a trumpet
you again. Its been a long long time. Hasn't it? ii.The guaranteed eternal sanctuary man I know a farmer who looks after the farm, with water clear,
