an extra utensil in my sock And I've been known to mark it on the sidewalk with chalk Most times I write with a pen, sometimes I write with a buzz And
crayola i've grown to keep an extra utensil in my sock and i've been known to market on the sidewalk with chalk most times, i write with a pen, sometimes i write
An Extra Utensil In My Sock And I've Been Known To Mark It On The Sidewalk With Chalk Most Times I Write With A Pen, Sometimes I Write With A Buzz And
ترجمه: جو. نوشتن کنید (چند شماره 4).
ترجمه: جو. نوشتن کنید (چند # 4).
Till the day that I entered the atmosphere With no fear to steer clear So stay awake cause eternal sleep is always calling Like Razah told me before
of onlookers, but my faith and direction come from above. I am airborne [Verse 1] Diggy Simmons With doctors all around me, i live aimed through the atmosphere
keep the window shut. So Brace yourself. I'm breaking out. All of the days that couldn't keep me down are crumbling to the ground. So now we're writing
myself, it's time for me to release My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece And now people in the house this is just for you A little rap to make you boogaloo Now
the eye of echelon Let's get in orbit - let's revive the renaissance Look at history - half of it is mistold Cause the winner writes it in this atmospheric
to call me Mayor Royce Now they call me Clay Davis Guess why? Shiiiiiiiiiieeett Cause when it come to them words You know I wear shit out I write rhymes
came over me What'd never been before, you slid under my door And now I find A reason to admit I've been too lazy But in this light, in this atmosphere
cause I'm popular now And I got a dove award I forgot the underground You think I forgot how to throw it down And I can't hold my own that's what your saying to me now
fires demonish atlonics Demonic is tainted chronic Impossible to hold down like vomit Mics I palm it You stay to bomb it Like tourists that's Islamic I enter your atmosphere
UCAVs I send in no less than twenty 18s Wipe you out before I even get to the beach With my Trans-atmospheric space based mirrors Can you write that
Dont even know if I can write this song caught on a beam between right and wrong gotta keep forward, keep straight for the sake of why we stay awake all
kid Kazir Nitwit engineer Barely knew his own equipment, Atmosphere The prefix was urban Wrecked shows Made friends made foes Overall we made flows And right now as I sit here writing
