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


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