My cat's name is Maceo He's a little man in a cat's body Well, he yawns just like I do He's convinced, I won't eat him I think, he thinks that I'm his
What makes a kettle whistle? What makes gold precious? How come some people, They'll show you everything? How come some people, They don't like nothing
Превод: Джейн наркоманиите. Kettle Whistle.
: In the city there is something to see In the city there is nothing to breathe I'm goin' 'bout my business I'm wondering what i'm missing And on my
: I've been caught stealing; Once when i was 5... I enjoy stealing. It's just as simple as that. Well, it's just a simple fact. When i want something
knows They all want her to go But thats o.k. She dont like them anyway Jane says She's goin away to spain When she gets my money saved She's gonna start
: What makes a kettle whistle? What makes gold precious? How come some people, They'll show you everything? How come some people, They don't like nothing
: Comin' down the mountain One of many children Everybody has Their own opinion Everybody has Their own opinion Holding it back Hurts so bad Jumping
: My cat's name is maceo, He's a little man in a cat's body He yawns just like i do, He's convinced i won't eat him I think he thinks i'm his dad, Becasue
: Wish i was ocean size They cannot move you No one tries No one pulls you Out from your hole Like a tooth aching a jawbone... I was made with a heart
your queens! Early morning the sun is yawning I am not kind yet I am certain, i have no doubt Life is for playing Days like these I hardly disagree So what! that's
: Save the complaints For a party conversation. The world is loaded, It's lit to pop and nobody is gonna stop... No one... No one! No way! Gonna stop
jesus lays with his marys. Loves his marys. Bits of puzzle, Fitting each other. All now with wings! Oh my marys! Never wonder... Night is shelter For nudity's
their nose And kiss these walls Granite walls, Water-polished walls Just don't ever want to move from this spot You can sit here for so long! There's
: Way down low where the streets are littered I find my fun with the freaks and the niggers I dont want much man give me a little Or im gonna take my
: Here we go now Home... Home... Home...
: I am skin and bones, i am pointy nose; But it motherfuckin' makes me try. Makes me try, and that ain't no wrong. I'll tell you why... There ain't no