the...fuck
all that was good was the music and i dono what the hell u were tryin to do with that shit
Our heroes draw only damp, stagnant air from the well of innovation as they desperately try to devise a scheme that will free them from the chancellor's clutches.
the...fuck
all that was good was the music and i dono what the hell u were tryin to do with that shit
I trip we box up crazy bitches aimin guns in all my baby pictures
Beef with housin police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's