Laulunsanoja:
Killing The Dream Four Years Too Late

Just pick up a place, and I'll be there. Pick anything that's what I'll be. Give me anything tos ay, even if it's nothing. That's all you'll hear. Everything

and rugbies Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square And little mack milk, blast the year That was bill bill, fast forward, ninety-four

problem at the post office or something Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too

, I'm not gonna give a shit about the palace contest, there's too many trees to climb, too many bees to find, too many places to be, too many faces

and rugbies Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square And little mack milk, blast the year That was bill bill, fast forward, ninety-four

addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em but anyways; eff it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father

for busta niggas like ya'll But I heard it's pretty deep down so you niggas better watch your fall Too late for that 911 call, this murder's already

at the post office or somethin Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too

problem at the post office or somethin Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em but anyways; fuck it, what's been up? Man how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too