At 5 want to give you an high 5 but you always says but you always hide, then after all always behind your only mind as you never wonder what’s mine been like and after loosing my shoes to get to you take for idiot if I’m tired of your jokes and songs by the radio..


If you know where I’m listening , why don’t you send that hostess strait on my feet or I have to make more effort on how to rep ya so then you make me a cake as present and your way to my room to still my made and suck your mate to build a crew an get the mic taking me for full cos I open hurt to you when I should have shut your cake hole I’m candle’s to blow I’m your dark soul of a sweet bathroom in that Pub crawl of telephones peaches in loop madness evils and bitches

Published by johndinotte

Well well born in a night of storm 91 in the month of death, stars called the Cusp Of Revolution.. and I guess that's just the right category. heavy child wood, music from 8, Brick and cement 16th as lost on those power tones.. I remember gatecrashing my cousin room where he had a thunder Vester guitar and I still him my first 3CD.. Paranoid Black sabbath - Metallica KillemAll - Appetite for Destruction and the story buzz up but I'll keep it writing it as I'm not a jusf a normal type 💪💯😜

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