You brought us to dance the creditor - Bad Ethics O Baba Taken from these claims - Madness Make us a karat killed us. - bad morality like fire to your lips Finish Finish your frowning frustration
What do you want the city anymore? Patim to God a thousand kinds Hypering that kind of eye You look like fire to your lips Where did you buy this? We have the soil of God a thousand kind of Hyrone of those some kind of eye We broke up Last of Understanding badly to your eyes with us A corner of one thing we died We took our honor for you
What do you want the city anymore? What do you want the city anymore? A stuff dont go with us Finish that frown Finish your frustration frustration
