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Here comes the water. All I knew and all I believed are crumbling images that no longer comfort me. I scramble to reach higher ground, some order and
Übersetzung: Tool. Hochwasser.
: Here comes the water. All I knew and all I believed are crumbling images that no longer comfort me. I scramble to reach higher ground, some order
brown, like dirt to the ground Been lookin for love, now I bubble like suds Others flew sky high, while others were duds Live high up on the hills, to escape the floods
sewn back with the web of worm How lovely are her eyes... such a prize to the blind Vaentella procures anon a tool, an ensorcelled hook of horn Remove
all the way round Motherfuckers no we holding the crown I dare y'all to say something! Before we bring this shit that'll flood your whole town Motherfuckers
the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks Them
drop non-stop rec shot What I took on the road on the lap and desktop A mixture from up-tempo to slow grooves 8-Track figure that's mixed wit Pro Tool
flip the whole bird mama cookin' out the pots Keep the tool in my hand 'cause we get it 'round the clock Untangle few knots but we still flood the blocks
' swiftly duckin' fifty Hit my hoe crib for a nice dick suck and a quickly Killa cam, Dutch and the spade flow sickly The streets shifty so I keep my tool
We dare y'all to say somethin' You can sit and watch and gamble around Motherfuckers no we holdin' the crown I dare y'all to say somethin' Before we flood
'm so crude Texas T, haters is so screwed But I can't fill it like a flathead in a Philips Don't get it twisted, nigga I'm no tool More cool than a pool
there, but for the grace of God, go I It's kinda neat I wonder what it means I rock a jam for love, I quit my band for love I'll smack the chrome tool
passes is guaranteed packed cause the hour that's gone ain't never coming back Im tired of wasted days my eyes E&J glaze romp you tools flooded with
severe intubation with unsanitized tools Truculently sodomizing corps-icles, making purple raw recta drool... ...Freezing hold... ...Corpse gone cold... ...Cooling blood... ...An icy flood
