Wednesday, April 22, 2009

nicc o tyne


*Sucks!

Black days as the sun burns out

Glazing clear as the scene on sin

Forgone such alibi

Such attach make me petrified


Waiting for the day

Till the day I'm OK


Don't damn me...Oooo


I say

Wake up

When I smell nicc o' tynne

You pay

When I smell nicc o' tynne

I lie

When I smell nicc o' tynne

You pray


Just apply to my self control

When in whine I will roll some smoke

For start my head in the sky

No questions ever rose in time

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