Текст песни Джиос - в txt.

In the city we are not visible
We fled to our hundred mini-films from the house.
In your eyes the next video blog, as loved
I drove a rink in my heart when you had dreamed.
(2x)

In TXT.
In Padlu manuscripts carry
I seem to have some style
In mp3 Troy times you whore, if with him
Some Sex Home Textiles
There is a page she in your life, then stupidly transferred
Well, what kind of principles of bitch
Winston love judges
Fingers prize, fucking, draws
Let them be blown away by the wind
Manners, in their pussy,
Is there no medicine from the nerves
If this is a gram of duries
Substances head arrest
How to softer then express
Huyuvoy everything in the wrong
Love easier than smoke to let where it is all written
Feelings through a double where to look for them
Words are drawn on signs
Bitch, how so, bitch
Became expensive wisar
When the same in lonely there is nifiga
Give you only reason to run
For centuries
This is all esbalovo.
On wines.
His head strain.
I have thoughts 2 gig