running thru a sackk
Whats the haps
Ya my waist be snatched they want me bad
I pounce like a cat when I see a sack
When I smoke the pack It make me bad
Yeah it make me feel bad Pack it make me sad
Addy make me better but it make me feel bad
Lifting up my sweater want my innocence back
Fill me up with lead Im better off dead
I dont wanna feel no more in my head
Im in debt I got cards no med
I dont really spend many nights in my bed
Look me in the eyes boy u better tread lightly
Boy U make me mad but its rare I talk nicely
I got soot in my eyes
Boy I talk nice
Yea its red in my eyes Yeah its dead in my eyes
Yea Im dead in the night
Its the dead of night
Dead of night
Five nights like its freddy time

I just wanna feel great Wanna feel pretty
I just wanna spend every night in the city
I got 2 bands and they stuffed in my Tittys
Yea they really so lame but I dont feel pity

whats the haps prod enokia

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