| Good morning to the world, artist is so chaotic, | |
| Stop being gloomy and recycle paper products, | |
| And why not, pardon me the cool girl, | |
| It ain’t only misery the question in the world. | |
| This orange soup you had, my living is in vain | |
| Finishing dressers growing your own grains. | |
| Become a dentist typo with triple drills, | |
| Exact your vengeance, become more skilled, | |
| In vinking, drinking and taking films, | |
| Enjoy a nice novel on the top of a rotto. | |
| Watch the sunset and return to the hostel, | |
| Drop off your novel, return to the platform and chill. | |
| Hey, laying up here, drop your problems to a pole | |
| Make him sell ‘em, when you get mad call him | |
| Get stoned, burn everything you want, | |
| Carb little noms, have a little stones. | |
| How’s that? | |
| Off the drip to search the athos. | |
| You can move to atasville and rule a city college. | |
| Become a chef, take tiny little big steps, | |
| Study music, fall in love with shovel creep, | |
| It don’t matter, be careful what you’re milking at her, | |
| Improve your magic set, slip pair of goggers, | |
| It feels right? | |
| Heavy in light, move to | |
| Auglin and live into the night. | |
| And chill, motherfucker. | |
| Take a load off for me. | |
| Chill, relax, do away your stuff, | |
| Get a job indoor, it won’t be enough to | |
| Have it with | |
| Spanish with a chick is bare bet to win, | |
| Lovely late friend that you met in the nedalin. | |
| The long you travel turn you to eat apples | |
| Stay by the turkey ever since you turn dirty. | |
| Changing the needle, bumping in tennis, | |
| Disappoint your parents from your disappointing parents, | |
| Sue your beduin friend, have feeling of remorse, | |
| Have sex with a horse, make consider a divorce. | |
| Chill, chill. | |
| I’m so happy you can slap me, you can fuck me and | |
| I’m still happy. |
| Good morning to the world, artist is so chaotic, | |
| Stop being gloomy and recycle paper products, | |
| And why not, pardon me the cool girl, | |
| It ain' t only misery the question in the world. | |
| This orange soup you had, my living is in vain | |
| Finishing dressers growing your own grains. | |
| Become a dentist typo with triple drills, | |
| Exact your vengeance, become more skilled, | |
| In vinking, drinking and taking films, | |
| Enjoy a nice novel on the top of a rotto. | |
| Watch the sunset and return to the hostel, | |
| Drop off your novel, return to the platform and chill. | |
| Hey, laying up here, drop your problems to a pole | |
| Make him sell ' em, when you get mad call him | |
| Get stoned, burn everything you want, | |
| Carb little noms, have a little stones. | |
| How' s that? | |
| Off the drip to search the athos. | |
| You can move to atasville and rule a city college. | |
| Become a chef, take tiny little big steps, | |
| Study music, fall in love with shovel creep, | |
| It don' t matter, be careful what you' re milking at her, | |
| Improve your magic set, slip pair of goggers, | |
| It feels right? | |
| Heavy in light, move to | |
| Auglin and live into the night. | |
| And chill, motherfucker. | |
| Take a load off for me. | |
| Chill, relax, do away your stuff, | |
| Get a job indoor, it won' t be enough to | |
| Have it with | |
| Spanish with a chick is bare bet to win, | |
| Lovely late friend that you met in the nedalin. | |
| The long you travel turn you to eat apples | |
| Stay by the turkey ever since you turn dirty. | |
| Changing the needle, bumping in tennis, | |
| Disappoint your parents from your disappointing parents, | |
| Sue your beduin friend, have feeling of remorse, | |
| Have sex with a horse, make consider a divorce. | |
| Chill, chill. | |
| I' m so happy you can slap me, you can fuck me and | |
| I' m still happy. |
| Good morning to the world, artist is so chaotic, | |
| Stop being gloomy and recycle paper products, | |
| And why not, pardon me the cool girl, | |
| It ain' t only misery the question in the world. | |
| This orange soup you had, my living is in vain | |
| Finishing dressers growing your own grains. | |
| Become a dentist typo with triple drills, | |
| Exact your vengeance, become more skilled, | |
| In vinking, drinking and taking films, | |
| Enjoy a nice novel on the top of a rotto. | |
| Watch the sunset and return to the hostel, | |
| Drop off your novel, return to the platform and chill. | |
| Hey, laying up here, drop your problems to a pole | |
| Make him sell ' em, when you get mad call him | |
| Get stoned, burn everything you want, | |
| Carb little noms, have a little stones. | |
| How' s that? | |
| Off the drip to search the athos. | |
| You can move to atasville and rule a city college. | |
| Become a chef, take tiny little big steps, | |
| Study music, fall in love with shovel creep, | |
| It don' t matter, be careful what you' re milking at her, | |
| Improve your magic set, slip pair of goggers, | |
| It feels right? | |
| Heavy in light, move to | |
| Auglin and live into the night. | |
| And chill, motherfucker. | |
| Take a load off for me. | |
| Chill, relax, do away your stuff, | |
| Get a job indoor, it won' t be enough to | |
| Have it with | |
| Spanish with a chick is bare bet to win, | |
| Lovely late friend that you met in the nedalin. | |
| The long you travel turn you to eat apples | |
| Stay by the turkey ever since you turn dirty. | |
| Changing the needle, bumping in tennis, | |
| Disappoint your parents from your disappointing parents, | |
| Sue your beduin friend, have feeling of remorse, | |
| Have sex with a horse, make consider a divorce. | |
| Chill, chill. | |
| I' m so happy you can slap me, you can fuck me and | |
| I' m still happy. |
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