Text: Мои Ракеты Вверх. emptililliemanazi.

Tiny butterflies don’t live together
With butter whings they make each other laugh
Carry in or carry out heavy thoughts
Never think about confession
They only rest when it rains
She really doesn’t know if they can stop

Just wanted to feel somebody in a mouse
Somebody all the time
Don’t want to believe he’s lucky
Just a piece of luck for every one!

Breathing slightly bad
Horny pissing froggy
Damn butter whings
They make me wanna hunt

It’s meal i say
You won’t get me frog
Amptiliimana
Amptililimanazy
You won’t get me alive
Sit ok?

Stonehard yellow fish What i was Now youIf i couldn’t burn you fire You don’t have to blow