Laulunsanoja:
Qwel Maker The Harvest

deny your lungs from pumpin He's the hardest motherfucker ever fucked a mother Brother bucker Bust at thunder in his slumber Up to pluck your number Peace The Harvest

: I once was asked how to make liberty's idol last for centuries I know, shape her out of pennies, paint her green with envy She'll be standin with her

way home It's simple subtle suckled since infancies slithering fables Whispering winter upon it's finger tips just to skin this maple I sing of that harvest

: Screamin everybody, anybody, nobody, ain't it funny Insincerity just made me a whore I got this feelin that you don't love me like I love me Cause

: I thank Yah for the effort that He set in my soul And for His Son and all my brothers who perfected my hope For all the times and the love that I neglected

: I be water globed gold sole host particle from flash flood As random routed path as math magnified caves splashed in ash mud Travel back before your

I once was asked how to make liberty's idol last for centuries I know, shape her out of pennies, paint her green with envy She'll be standin with her

How they pimpin slippin backwards like not it hypnotic and it's not a game I got fame in the back and he came with the snake in the closet but not a

Please doctors don't worry, not that Ruby liked to be burned She truly was the dreamer, mommy's secret singer Would just rarely let a lover beat her