no face no place no chase outside i feel like already dead bad feeling not gives up a crown tin crown again your ever long zoo blade family cone a ben for evil moon grape me down, identify a criminal foe
oh no be sure
i’m waiting under moon pailing for that tool ranging underground is perfect for that sound
vil rat goes on the santas house little mother helpers on a run figure me up for a gape
always be shut only never was out
no face no chase no place but us i feel like already drown hake me alone drake beat a come alone crime again p.o.t.s.h.e.r.d. i feel like pretty ramone get me alive to beat me of the gain.