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Re-Memo

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 10.08.2012

On a plane
On a plane
Off to see the city girls again
Only bringing what to carry on
So that you know I won't be long
Drippin beards as cold as hell
And the motherfuckers gonna go to jail

Honestly I can see
the giggling virgin overlookin me
Trying to put together what to say
although it wouldn't matter anyway
drippin beards as cold as hell
and the motherfuckers gonna go to jail

This rememo is set for home
its personal but they need to know

I'm overdue another round
To gain control and take me down
You're all tied up as you should be
And I'll be cutting out naturally

Drippin beards as cold as jail
And the motherfuckers gonna go to hell


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