Laulunsanoja:
Morning For The Masses

for it will, it will go And it will not say goodbye just like it didn't say hello There will not be a send-off, a funeral or a mass Just a pathetic

's so simple Got a whole list of issues Inside of my brain Gathered right next to the temple Write all my rhymes in pencil So I can erase 'em The morning

this morning with a Frappucino in my hand (Oh, yeah) I kissed you once, I kissed you again My heart it tumbled like the stock exchange Do you feel what I feel, dear? Mass

to cry, they beg for One's pardon Protest? (well they might) - when imapaled on spikes on the grounds that surround Buckingham palace garden If there is a world left for

for the Ruger Rollin' patrollin' in a stolen black Cougar I do my dirt all by my lonely, hey, find the phony Past the mass, one deep, yeah the only Do or die, with slug for

it, test it My choice of weapon That Smif-N-Wessun, try Sue me for the namesake Yo, who's pimpin'? Yo, who's pimpin'? I woke up in the morning, what

morning it's even breathable And for a second the relief is unbelievable And she's a heavy sack of flour sifted her burden lifted She's full of clean wind for

, your mind I was thinking about John Glenn His space journey and all They said that when you're in space You lose muscle mass and the body mass And

mama don't tell you I know what your daddy don't tell you No use they can't prepare you for this type of audio addiction I know what the gals dem wan