Laulunsanoja:
Gray Matter Walk The Line

what's around me. Pain and gain, lost the shame, all the same, all the same! Baby baby so divine turning water into wine, Baby baby walk the line everyday

in a hurry to crawl, And walk slap niggas before i could hardly talk. Now i gottem'on they knees screamin' That's what the fuck i thought No matter how

4: Ikon The Verbal Hologram] Through a series of psychological tests I have been declared a demon Traveling through dimensions fatal weapons leave you bleeding Dissecting gray matter, doesn't matter

is the chair for our Master of the Tor. It is embellished with bullion: marked. It remains on top of the lofty mound. It streams gray and silver lining

rotten in Denmark and -- whew -- we think it's him." Hamlet say, "Oh, are you sure it's my pop? Did he have matty gray hair with a bald spot on top?

is the chair for our Master of the Tor. It is embellished with bullion: marked. It remains on top of the lofty mound. It streams gray and silver lining

The Verbal Hologram] Through a series of psychological tests I have been declared a demon Traveling through dimensions fatal weapons leave you bleeding Dissecting gray matter, doesn't matter

black now quickly fades to gray The limp as he walks is his only souvenir From those purple-hearted war time days But you don't hear him complain No matter

I can't wait, wait for you to change your mind It's late, I'm tryin' to walk the line Well, it's way past midnight And there's some people all around