Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Matter (Remix)

And the peaches and the
You could for me

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

What if the sky and the are for show
And the aliens are live
From the matter
went quiet then violent
And we sparred until we grew tired
mattered
Cotton maajin bu
Dim the and fall into you
My god me pleasure
Pleasure pleasure
Pleasure over

Since you gone
I been withdrawals
You such a habit to call
I ain't myself at all had to myself naw
She's better with fella with a regular job
I wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. was sittin' in awe
Hopped into my car far
too close and I remember
My memories no
Butter knife what a life
I'm building y'all a stop
am I Hemingway
She had the kind of
That probably intimidate
Any of 'em that were
Not me
If models are made for
girls are made for cuddlin'
Switch worlds and we can then
Who needs friend
I to hold your hand
You'd need no man
We'd to other lands

Grey
Blue to be my favorite color
Now I ain't got no
Blue

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

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