Trying to be an artist, but I'm better at being a thug. Tentando ser artista, mas o destino é ser vândalo.
segunda-feira, 25 de julho de 2011
The wet paper , and stained and spotted , And spotted todoos oss versus I wrote The paint ran , and the paper wrinkled , crinkled I'm ashamed to deliver it , deliver it So you laugh , and laugh at me . How interference that hinders , communication, Crisp is not, understand the message with a bad definition ( Sung in Rap ) Sometimes it is said by unspoken And what is meant is a damn ( MI ) Of words and phrases verses were lost were meaningless ( Rap ) It was something like ice ( RE ) Transparent , clean and solid, comforting words . Now are only spots , melted down and dirty with cold words . ( RAP ) The temporau worsened and the wind ( LA ) The rest of your ds versus Run behind the meeting and sworn tab Lift with care not to tear it ( SI ) Hoping it can still takes it I watch to see if anything was left And I realize that all of what I wrote Only two non- spotted . ( I hate you ) or ( Love You )
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