Небеса Slowed

Заревить. Мои Every music On deck. И мы на драмах, и сиреневый. на Мне Сыпать мне бой. Здесь коннекты на Джеки стелится. И окна фрукты с Фруктовым Пай. На фруктовом присасываюсь, I'm steady green, don't at beats to leave. And when I go to sleep, my mind green Leaves at me. I can't focus when my brain Is jumping, losing appeal. Please hit up, hit up on my phone. Now this one is ill. End up being one more dull night? Or will brain go say goodbye and let rhythm Ricochet? Inside the world be on my Way. It just depends on different days. I get my brain and lay away. Полчаса. Полчаса. Полчаса. Полчаса. Run your mouth, run your mouth. But you think the, but you think the, But you think the wisdom out. Your mouth, run your mouth, run your mouth, Run your mouth. But you think the, but think the, But you think the wisdom out. Полчаса без тебя, полчаса. Полчаса он и я, полчаса. Каждый сам, каждый сам, полчаса. По своим адресам полчаса.