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Trance Of Mine Reality

refuse to see The sight of cold reality I refuse to see I stand for my dying pride I refuse to see The sight of cold reality

you had me in a trance 'Brina: Goin' all out to please me and wanna be the one to get the pants Understand: what's yours is mine and what's mine and mine

, yes I'd like to welcome all of you Into the secret sessions of the sacred talisman You are here with the three conductors of rhythm Yes, constructors of reality

your style you're my fantasy im just trying to make you my reality so that i could love you how its supposed to be gonna make you mine cause im too far

'm in the trim Stabbin' the guts like a butcher. Put Ya in a trance. Watch me hump you. I got muscles in my ass so I hump fast At last the eyes meet mine

we all need something to escape from reality..something to get our mind off our day to day chore...something to relieve our stress...Well here's mine

congregations, you know what I'm sayin? They have people to move somethin, know what I'm talkin about? I'm just tryin to get mine, on the grind Psycho

j'ecris ce texte en esperant qu'on me glorifie Definition du Moune Morne: celui qui ne vit que pour lui et pour Dieu The world is mine so Fuck, je fais

I'm in the trim Stabbin' the guts like a butcher. Put Ya in a trance. Watch me hump you. I got muscles in my ass so I hump fast At last the eyes meet mine