Dodano: 2 WRZEŚNIA 2014
They say i bang, they never toy with me, royal from the crown to my fucking feet. They say talk that talk, walk but please avoid the streets. Lock the jar, lock the door, avoid the speech. Cos once you speach Bullshit reek like oil leak. Pop a pill, cop a feel, rock the least. How the fuck you do that in them denim jeans? All these bars, no police. He calls me copper tone smoking ultraviolet. We turn off the phone, I'm in autopilot.Make that disappear, Mr. Copperfield.
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