Lying in the long, long grass Blossom on the trees Springtime's slipping away, my love Yeah, springtime's slipping away When it comes around again It
Lying in the long long grass Blossom on the trees Springtime's slipping away my love Yeah springtime's slipping away When it comes around again It will
译文: 灰. 民歌.
makers born to pour the marsh ink into right guard parts and march through the gauntlet of car alarms, no harps, no delusions of losing with something prettier than ash
just can?t ignore Your candy coated, bloated ego, platinum pile of shit With nothing in your arsenal, pulled punches count as hits But I?ve been waiting so long for a song
makers born to pour the marsh ink into right guard parts And march through the gauntlet of car alarms No harps, no delusions of losing with something prettier Than ash
rough Put the sad songs to the side, grind and get bucks Don't eat with your eyes, stack cash then stunt Dump your problems in the ash tray, fire up
born to pour the marsh ink into right guard parts And march through the gauntlet of car alarms No harps, no delusions of losing with something prettier Than ash
