from the sky... It must be really a bliss... Oh, that is great to look from the sky... I am in perfect bliss...
Traducere: Mental Home. Fericire.
Projects are overblown, reflections are never shown Connections are never cloned, sucessions are over the phone Like my vocal catacomb, that knows to abandon homes
for less You should hate us with a passion or love us to death The feeling of enchantment, this blissful rapture Hits home for some, for others it's hard
gonna know she skived In the slim hope that they won't She hides the copy of bliss in the books under her arm And makes her way back home She opens
finally gettinf Bliss to puff on the Doja Yeah, on more than one occasion We're sure to come and blaze one When it's heavy, hit the hay at home, my horizontal
your fist, pump your fist Pump your fist, pump your fist Pump your fist, pump your fist Pump your fist, pump your fist Can you hear me, hittin' home
LP But if you're not supporting hardcore hip hop Well, then you're not a real hip hop MC If you're not in tune to this, total bliss Now a days a lot
Gunna Know She Skyved In The Slim Hope That They Wont She Hides The Copy Of Bliss In The Books Under Her Arm And Makes Her Way Back Home She Opens The
getting Bliss to puff on the dohja Yeah on more then 1 occasion, we're sure to come and blaze 1 When It's heavy, hit the hay at home, my horizontal haven
I'm sobering up in cupid's ward tonight. Vacuum's bliss. Oxygen's masks. Back home: I'm writing this letter with broken arms. I'm running all these
and kissed Lick your slit and just make you moan in bliss, Stick my dick in your kizzle-hole and jizz You know what your motive is, otherwise, you would've stayed home
kid I Smoke weed while getting head Never disrespect the dead Brain scan this sphere Find my writings overcome Shakespeare?s Poems Phone tap homes Activity
it how it is and make no apology Black people, we our own worst enemy Jealousy, envy, so many frenamies Still got that house-nigga, field-nigga mentality
