作词 : Mac 作曲 : Mizzy Mauri My fingers got caught in my dreads My fingers got caught in my dreads
My fingers got caught in my dreads and I slipped on my lace when I walk in door I mumble my words and the suns in my eyes I cant hear a thing but your smile and your size
Bout 49 days until you found me down here At the base of your element You are my surrogate And I am you your you And you are my truth
My anaconda don’t want none of yo ******** Bodies on bodies, I saw my pictures In the hieroglyphs Ephermal cycle right here is just a field trip
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My fingers got caught in my dreads and I slipped on my lace when I walk in door I mumble my words and the suns in my eyes I cant hear a thing but your smile and your size
Bout 49 days until you found me down here At the base of your element You are my surrogate And I am you your you And you are my truth
My anaconda don’t want none of yo ******** Bodies on bodies, I saw my pictures In the hieroglyphs Ephermal cycle right here is just a field trip
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j’ai pas de nostalgie d’une vie antérieure incarné en vassal j’ai pas voie posthume j’agis encerclé par les cycles je recycle mes mains sales condamné quand je gicle je nettoie mes mains sales la doctrine est mortelle comme une épine dorsale
engluée condamnée à jaillir comme dorcel
My anaconda don’t want none of yo ******** Bodies on bodies, I saw my pictures In the hieroglyphs ephermal cycle right here is just a field trip
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My fingers got caught in my dreads and I slipped on my lace when I walk in door I mumble my words and the suns in my eyes I cant hear a thing but your smile and your size
My fingers got caught in my dreads My fingers got caught in my dreads
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作词 : Mac 作曲 : Mizzy Mauri My fingers got caught in my dreads My fingers got caught in my dreads
My fingers got caught in my dreads and I slipped on my lace when I walk in door I mumble my words and the suns in my eyes I cant hear a thing but your smile and your size
Bout 49 days until you found me down here At the base of your element You are my surrogate And I am you your you And you are my truth
My anaconda don’t want none of yo ******** Bodies on bodies, I saw my pictures In the hieroglyphs Ephermal cycle right here is just a field trip
33
My fingers got caught in my dreads and I slipped on my lace when I walk in door I mumble my words and the suns in my eyes I cant hear a thing but your smile and your size
Bout 49 days until you found me down here At the base of your element You are my surrogate And I am you your you And you are my truth
My anaconda don’t want none of yo ******** Bodies on bodies, I saw my pictures In the hieroglyphs Ephermal cycle right here is just a field trip
33
j’ai pas de nostalgie d’une vie antérieure incarné en vassal j’ai pas voie posthume j’agis encerclé par les cycles je recycle mes mains sales condamné quand je gicle je nettoie mes mains sales la doctrine est mortelle comme une épine dorsale
engluée condamnée à jaillir comme dorcel
My anaconda don’t want none of yo ******** Bodies on bodies, I saw my pictures In the hieroglyphs ephermal cycle right here is just a field trip
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My fingers got caught in my dreads and I slipped on my lace when I walk in door I mumble my words and the suns in my eyes I cant hear a thing but your smile and your size
My fingers got caught in my dreads My fingers got caught in my dreads
