'm driving in your car I turn on the radio You pulling me close You just say no I say I don't like it But you know I'm a liar 'Cause when we kiss Fire
in a chair had approached him here Made it clear as a ghost so a biter of the throats in the mirror The writer of the quotes for the ghosts Who supplier
Wu-Tang shit Uh-huh, yeah baby, let's just murder this track That's my word Yeah, Supa Dave West Uh-huh, yeah aiyyo Lord spank 'em (Yeah) Yo, powerful rap robotic
've got is my stuff, but I'm not a pack rat, I'm an archivist. the blind librarian, anticon ?co pro twelve hundred hobo, advanced placement student, fire
my way But I have to look down When you talk to me 'Cause you're dangerous Dangerous Dangerous And you don't even know it So little baby, you better stay set Play with fire
jubilation For the deceased... Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws Wrinkles smoothed by nanoclaws With my machines I can dispatch you From this world without a trace Our nostalgia ghosts
locs in the chair had approached him here And he clear as a ghost, so a biter of the throats in the mirror The writer of the quotes for the ghosts who
see lack of human interaction?s a bad recipe you?re just a profile, glitch corrected (?), doped out on drugs and the food they keep you subdued so theres remedies like silicon extremities virtual sex, robotic pets, ghost
Killah) [Asia] Yeah [Ghost] Yo, yo Asia, whattup God? [Asia] It's the God Wu-Tang shit [Ghost] Uh-huh, yeah baby, let's just murder this track [Ghost
