Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Matter (Remix)

And the and the mangos
You could for me

What do you my brain is made for
Is it a container for the mind
This great grey
Sensei what is your woman
Is she just a for the child
That soft matter
Cotton candy Buu
my eyes and fall into you
My god she's me pleasure

if the sky and the stars are for show
And the aliens are live
From the matter
Sensei went quiet violent
And we sparred until we both grew
mattered
Cotton candy bu
Dim the and fall into you
My god giving me
pleasure pleasure
Pleasure over

you been gone
I been withdrawals
You such a habit to call
I myself at all had to tell myself naw
She's better with fella with a regular job
I didn't get her involved
By dinner Mr. Benjamin was in awe
Hopped my car drove far
Far's too and I remember
My no sharp
knife what a life anyway
I'm building a clock stop
What am I
She had the kind of
That probably intimidate
Any of 'em that un-southern
Not me
If models are for modeling
girls are made for cuddlin'
Switch worlds and we can then
Who needs another
I to hold your hand
You'd need no man
We'd flee to other

Grey
used to be my favorite color
Now I got no choice
matter

You're good at bad
You're bad at being
For sakes go to hell
Knock on wood
You're at being bad
You're bad at good
For sakes go to hell
Knock knock knock on wood

frankly when that ocean so muhfuckin' good
Make her swab the muhfuckin'
Make her walk the plank
Make her rob a muhfuckin'
With no mask on and a rusty