Luyện nghe bài hát Pink Matter (Remix)

And the and the mangos
You could for me

What do you think my brain is for
Is it a container for the mind
This great matter
Sensei replied what is your
Is she just a for the child
That pink matter
Cotton candy Buu
Close my eyes and fall you
My god she's giving me

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

Since you gone
I having withdrawals
You were such a habit to
I myself at all had to tell myself naw
She's better some fella with a regular job
I wanna get her involved
By Mr. Benjamin was sittin' in awe
Hopped into my car far
too close and I remember
My no sharp
Butter knife what a 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 made for
Thick are made for cuddlin'
worlds and we can huddle then
Who needs friend
I to hold your hand
You'd no other man
We'd flee to other

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

You're at being bad
bad at being good
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

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