Real words...elegant: a piece of art
No gimmick: real time, real heart
The uk is a lovely place, full of all sorts of race
That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
They say, trojans never break but it ain't that
No wonder why when times get hard
Armed with darkness in my heart,
As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets
You'll see what this artist sees, call it a lovely masterpiece.
They don't hear my bark
No gimmick: real time, real heart
Runs from cheeks when they cry, money hungry thieves lovely monthly fees
Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees
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