Laulunsanoja:
Story So Far The Four Years

'Cause I remember It was four hundred years or more Since you came to crucify And they were taken far away from home There were promises of paradise

the dog, everybody dying, no lying You niggas' jeans too tight Your colors too bright, your voice too light (That's too far nigga!) I might wear black four years

the dog, everybody dying, no lying You niggas' jeans too tight Your colors too bright, your voice too light (That's too far nigga!) I might wear black four years

gonna get you) Because a lot of people out here say I love my car or I love my chain or or I'm just in love with that girl over there So far all the

Here is a little story that I made up So let's make believe Four years ago I had a party That was too much fun for me Boy there's a sexy guy He'd surely

coke Look hella tempted while I'm mustin' The bad thing about it I was pressed in her cousin Tangy But that's another story though Nothin' worth relevant, let's talk about the sixteen year

. guess what end of the stick I'm on. ask yourself, when will he be seen on each and every TV screen? four legs good, two legs bad, four legs good

structure, that would ensure his creation of talent far surpassing the average individual. At the time, one subject of urban myth was the story that

plein ocean On dirait que mon coeur est trop grand I dream of his arms but I don't know how to love him He seems to hesitate between a love story or a friendship story