soul The hand of God will make you whole Here I am in the doghouse I sure don't know what I've done wrong Crystal only ever smiles through her eyes Crystal
Tradução: Curva. Cristal.
the jewler switchin chains I upgrade from 30 Bs to clean Vs Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline Play the curve
: When death so swiftly has coveted The client from this plane A journey forged in ice has just begun A crystal line entombment preservation now awaits
out of gonads you know I'd ask the truth if the boot we makin' mo' jams(?) Spread them strawberry preserves on your nervous programs Fuck the learning curve
the place is an experience before the reasons why for the sake of sounding fly, but I grade your style without the curve Cause you don't deserve to
She hatin' attention, but every naked eye on her Straight out of Arizona, I told her that I'm a loner I'm offerin' crystal, but she prefer lime and
When death so swiftly has coveted The client from this plane A journey forged in ice has just begun A crystal line entombment preservation now awaits
Now who got what you don't got Lo do next verse My alumni comply will shank high slide then curve On some Suede shit and my ambiance be on some far Don
like a tadpole out of gonads You know OutKast the truth, hit the boot, we makin' mo' jams Spreadin' strawberry preserves on your nervous programs Fuck the learning curve
in curve from 6 and 8 Thrills in centigrades Suits as tight as second skin Proud electric masculine Chests that wear the cycled line and the crystal sign
Look of my eyes, full of sadness Spread diffusely on affable curves Of your innocent body. My sorrow is waterfall dash tompieces About crystal surface
5 inches, I'm bound to impress Turn it up, I'm a little temptress Monroe's got nothin' on me Read my curves like poetry Tonight we rule the world Beware
feeling for impossible season Evaluate, appropriate, another well done steak Be mindful of suspicion And I have seen with my eyes of green The curving
Midnight streak in a twist top town Crystal clear through amber glasses Bad with names but worse with faces Zig zag wandering on the curve Transparent Mason Dixon curves
that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light and the Glories swept the sky As the Northlights gleamed and curved
And love is a rainbow curving down from the sky Falling crystals of colour, shades of warm that never die Red melodies burning still lead me to the night
