passa på att inte passa in


så länge jag har basen i baken, rytmen i blodet, håller jag mig barnslig och vaken




fry his ass and put his ashes back together with glue




bit by bit, torn apart, we never win but the battle wages on for toy soldiers

step by step, heart to heart, left right left we all fall down like toy soldiers

kram på hemgjord pizza



your curls touch my face and now I can fly

pirre

lite chilling sådära

found something sweet on the island with daughters of eve





in the cookies of life, sisters are the chocolate chips


sometimes I pretend to forget you

king of the jungle

jorge
blood is just red sweat

my filet is smoking weed

my potatoes are baked homie

the veggies on my plate can fly

lite ljus


2:a

there's no one road, we should not be the same
