the wind on the moor so wild To the words of the captain's child Something the boy said Something the boy said Something the boy said Something the boy said
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Traduction: Dard. Quelque chose que le garçon a dit.
From the wind on the moor so wild To the words of the captain's child Something the boy said Something the boy said Something the boy said Something the boy said
He said "you need to cheer up, your mind need to clear up You're already here, just be yourself from here up" Then he disappeared and I felt something familiar Something
look at that hoe fucking her friend Knowing 'bout the beef and shit I gone tuck my eyesPop my collar, hit my boy and let these hoes fight Float like a butterfly, sting
your toes, that day (Nigga, why you gotta bring everything up? Man, everybody here enjoying) Nah, son, because your shit's --- (crazy, a happy New Year This muthfucka) Nah, boy
life And a perfect love so strong Well there can't be nothing worse Than a perfect love gone wrong You said I wasn't just your Christmas toy I'd always be your boy
s)) I'm MC Don't Know How to Pluralize Word I got so many rhyme and I sleep with all the girl When there's more than one of something you're supposed
cool Just a punk ass bitch with too much time and until you talked shit everything was fine But now it's too late what's said is said, You're getting
'm just a puppet Pulled by stings to make me cope I'm seeing nothing What's all this noise Could someone give me something Just to get me through this boy I said
Sat on a bee when I sat on the swing It gave me a big sting on my little ding-a-ling Oh man I screamed and I cried Mom said you?ll live, but the bee died
your toes, that day (Nigga, why you gotta bring everything up? Man, everybody here enjoying) Nah, son, because your shit's - (crazy, a happy New Year This muthfucka) Nah, boy
with no locks, and guitars with no stings, and a puzzle that could never be finished, But this is my home, and these broken things are... But the boy
at that hoe fucking her friend Knowing 'bout the beef and shit I gone tuck my eyesPop my collar, hit my boy and let these hoes fight Float like a butterfly, sting