If beds could talk, mine would be singing,
and has dreams
as you go down for your gold.
The magic lives in sincerity, in truth, behind the
I ain??Ôäót fo' squishin'
Hey! It's a day of wrong moves
One thing's for sure
Strategically positioned
It is nature that is all
Change my life, make it right.
Of hopelessness and
How I miss the days...
Cause your rhymes are weak and unstable
Mo bheannacht le na buachaill???Tş a dimigh uain t
che si muove anche di notte e non sta fermo mai.
This is love
en matarse entre ellos a golpes.
Done had myself a night
She says she's having the strangest dreams,
When reality tilts
Pull the trig, heard him scream
I'm a good old boy she's a pretty little