Morning Teleportation
Boom Puma
Death is a carbon copy of you falling out your mama's womb.Streets aren't dry and the sun wont shine on a high high high afternoon.Alive at onehund red and two what a hell of a life.Al H at a hundred and two, what a hell of a lifeI won't do nothing to make ol' mama cryI won't do nothing to make ol' karma cryYou get who you areYou forget where you are
From Letras Mania