: You ought to know That every bit shows I like you free. We feel you breathe and why should I? I still love you. Feeling fond of, left wounded, I can
You ought to know That every bit shows I like you free. We feel you breathe and why should I? I still love you. Feeling fond of, left wounded, I can?t
You ought to know That every bit shows I like you free. We feel you breathe and why should I? I still love you. Feeling fond of, left wounded, I can?
The black iris devours pictures in silence The image of devils light my consonance The I of consolation The eye of consolidation Graves are the garden
joy) Joy Joy (coz whenever im in your mix girl theres no stress) Joy Joy (let every niga know im your man and your the best) JOY tryin not to go to
