Savkura Infos

and getting up again J'ai connu un tr+Es beau jeune homme qui m'a dit

STEP OFF THE DUSTY GROUND She has dirtied up the windows / She has lived in a trance Lost and stranded far away from home And if our chances expect to improve

The adjectives carry
I'm the first lady of the motherfucking triple six
Blasting holes where it used to be
Like a fucking bunch of dulls
Under the big bright yellow sun
si tu me quieres como soy
a little tired of my reflection
(Ooo-wee!) To Brooklyn
And pick a bale o' Dacron
Like turning men into boys
Afrika Bambaata, Poor Righteous Teacher
Towels
Flying far away, away...
So cold
morals of our shadow devil come to me open up the door
I just could not believe That this was happening to me
The rest of y'all, fear war, and couldn't follow out the protocol
Bustin' off in her mouth, catch me
She's my baby and she lives next door.
The face of man
I try to ask but my tongue gets tied
Bust how I flip it, check the rhyme
I touch your heart, it's the heart of the sea
This world is like a cage
Always end up hurting myself you bet
he headed back out on
other bitches are trouble
By the light of the moon
And the voices you hear at the