Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Matter (Remix)

And the and the mangos
You sell for me

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

What if the sky and the are for show
And the aliens are watching
the purple matter
Sensei quiet then violent
And we until we both grew tired
Nothing
Cotton candy bu
Dim the lights and into you
My god me pleasure
Pleasure pleasure
Pleasure over

Since you gone
I been having
You were such a to call
I myself at all had to tell myself naw
better with some fella with a regular job
I wanna get her involved
By dinner Mr. was sittin' in awe
Hopped my car drove far
Far's too close and I
My no sharp
Butter what a life anyway
I'm y'all a clock stop
What am I
She had the of body
would 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 huddle
Who another friend
I need to hold your
need no other man
We'd flee to lands

matter
Blue used to be my color
Now I ain't got no
matter

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

Well when that ocean so muhfuckin' good
her swab the muhfuckin' wood
Make her the muhfuckin' plank
Make her rob a bank
no mask on and a rusty revolver