Im fine Im soft I am tam Slowly Give my money to sing Give my money to smile Whatever I say
I will be good I am soft Bondia Hope in the poem Come for you Come My nap and nap I am outsourced to suck up Aurliano… Give me money to drunk my money Money to dance my money Destroy me I I Aurliano
My Money Death is My Puffy Delayed Death The Death of Breath every day Death of the last injectable cigarette My history is long my hands were short and my mouth is not so much. You are puffy
