I’m psyco so give me help 29 birds was dead
I’m ready to bet no next don’t get stuck in midle.
My man always said me so but I always did.
That makes her damb unhappy
But you know. Maybe someday
I’ll give back. Recept of my bajet
With out suffer. Nothing is fazzy
But you don’t care what I do.
You don’t care what I do.
What’s so good
Lazy sunday afternoon
Always get’s me dowe to bottom dreaming about a big time.
But I don’t wanna pay for that
Smels like a dog food and test of my soul is fish
I’ll say “REALLY LOVE MY WAY”.
Even if you ask me that
But you know maybe oneday
You will kiss me.
You don’t know how tall I am without a big scoop.
Nothing in sleeve
But you don’t care what I have
You don’t care what I have so cool
So much fat in my head.
Let’s drinking vegetable juice nothing better than
Long life is my grandpa’s proverve hi expection.
You shouldn’t have more than enough
It’s my made and it’s my way to love anytime
But you know maybe someday
You will find me.
How skiny I was before without a notice.
Nothing of poet
But you don’t care what to know
You don’t care what to know
So something like a oil on water
I wish I could be so
Without a fear. Nothing is something
But you don’t care what you need
You don’t care what you need
What’s so good!