Oh, nice laptop How long ago were you online on it? I tried to leave you out But afterall, I've never shunned explicitness Peace to every flame I've ever had 2018 was a Spanish year for me I died in the afternoon and was born in the evening I counteracted my feelings Ate Felicidad on the speaker 11 Dec. Ele-le-le-le-le-le-le We break into the ballroom Look into the looking glasses Rosebury and 50 years Drinking your annual boom and burberry Smashing tennis balls into the grass Peace to everyone who can fuck off for like a millisecond 2018 can stick itself in me If you die in your sleep, you die for real And I'm reborn in my dreams You've got some fucking nerve, I don't And an enviable momentum, I don't Wake up in the morning, I don't A thousand words in the morning, I don't You live, you live, you live, I don't I'll cruise 'til Christmas But after that then it's booze 'til piss-mas Or down in the gloop A weak, abysmal Belly full of Lucozade And a fifth of all Pepto Bismol If I can't sing, I'll teach myself to speak again If I can't speak, and every line is fat with asterisks My head's a little clearer when I'm not pissed My head's a little clearer when I'm in the countryside I can see the sun a mile long swim with the pesticide I love my mother She taught me how to wash my trousers
Oh, nice laptop
ResponderEliminarHow long ago were you online on it?
I tried to leave you out
But afterall, I've never shunned explicitness
Peace to every flame I've ever had
2018 was a Spanish year for me
I died in the afternoon and was born in the evening
I counteracted my feelings
Ate Felicidad on the speaker
11 Dec. Ele-le-le-le-le-le-le
We break into the ballroom
Look into the looking glasses
Rosebury and 50 years
Drinking your annual boom and burberry
Smashing tennis balls into the grass
Peace to everyone who can fuck off for like a millisecond
2018 can stick itself in me
If you die in your sleep, you die for real
And I'm reborn in my dreams
You've got some fucking nerve, I don't
And an enviable momentum, I don't
Wake up in the morning, I don't
A thousand words in the morning, I don't
You live, you live, you live, I don't
I'll cruise 'til Christmas
But after that then it's booze 'til piss-mas
Or down in the gloop
A weak, abysmal
Belly full of Lucozade
And a fifth of all Pepto Bismol
If I can't sing, I'll teach myself to speak again
If I can't speak, and every line is fat with asterisks
My head's a little clearer when I'm not pissed
My head's a little clearer when I'm in the countryside
I can see the sun a mile long swim with the pesticide
I love my mother
She taught me how to wash my trousers