Luyện nghe bài hát Texting an Alien

At the
At the minute I'm throwing down
O' street, it's pointless and I don't why
I'm doing it to be

At the she's
At the
She's suggesting an alien
With on her hand with fastest tongue in Ireland

At the
At the minute I'm just wearing Lynx Africa and talking about crisps in pasta dishes

At the minute
At the minute she's putting the jackets on the tablets and listening to the new jet sounds or something

Oh sex pesto...It was all she knows from the tip of her to the tip of her toes

You big weirdo licking flat coke from the horny of Barcode

Out of it
Out of it
I at them and I'm out of it

Out of it
Out of it
I look at and I'm out of it

Yeah I at your photos to piss me off from time to time
I wish I had a cap gun for every time you said one
Got to the office for whistling
What would it be like if everyone was whistling going everywhere?
What you do?

Take a
of
I look him and I'm out of it

Out of it
Out of it
I at him and I'm out of it

She races her slugs to their lines but you don't mind do you? Do you? Sometimes I wanna watch