parece que minha criatividade acabou.
à procura de fontes disponíveis.
sábado, novembro 28
skromni
my babe shot me down
she came at my door
and she says
'im not your kind'
i don't like these kind of things
it make me like shit
the whole world shit
the shit of the kings
Manipulting the culture,
manipulating my wishes
They jugde themselves kings.
i don't think them like this.
To me they are nothing but their pretty faces
and humps.
I don't like the money that belongs to them.
neither the cars that belongs to them
I'am humble
she came at my door
and she says
'im not your kind'
i don't like these kind of things
it make me like shit
the whole world shit
the shit of the kings
Manipulting the culture,
manipulating my wishes
They jugde themselves kings.
i don't think them like this.
To me they are nothing but their pretty faces
and humps.
I don't like the money that belongs to them.
neither the cars that belongs to them
I'am humble
preto verde
Roda, roda, roda.
o disco ficou rodando parado na vitrola.
é meu sonho realizado,
naqueles sulcos mágicos de vinil.
desejo, tesão, ruídos.
a melhor sensação músical,
que meus inescrupulosos ouvidos já sentiram.
o disco ficou rodando parado na vitrola.
é meu sonho realizado,
naqueles sulcos mágicos de vinil.
desejo, tesão, ruídos.
a melhor sensação músical,
que meus inescrupulosos ouvidos já sentiram.
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