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letra de let me scatter - krispie

my role is pane roller i can bite things that lift intentional building blocks pets are getting cognitive and imaginative
around me this the good luck job that surround me this cake pan and this drape plan hasn’t stuck into you i’m an
infiltrating fairy tale getting the fight in guidelines like metaphors slopped news amateurs manuver lot of biggin
i play all paws been sawed off with a bottle of dire continuity the fall of red king independent kingdom
and the emperor was dead a photo of joker aiming like rain jester that time lifеless pictured in frames of thе days cold
hearted getting heated i don’t care if the budget growing and the stopper a intellectual this jobs on forclosed in dope in
that station has a garden glow stick i’m krispie ren did hit me getting rude with a wild storytelling method
but i have potentional and more than exponential i decide to get a dead end friend from basic lawn grass mower man
what i plan to unchoose was this hit let me scatter i don’t need no dye to try and inconfigurate as i am a annualologist
and i’m exceptional what i bunch to help the sad heave some up the serenade is what they grade my work my first rays
has a rising star genies wanting all of my repertoire to get into a pile of shifting sand and leave me a surround candles
sound dissing their freezer wrestling i can draw up in the level is a door way of slateboards and if the fly is how high
my equivalent gonna lose you back and that crunch in my savor is getting lost in a secret x files i begin to dream ferns
and i have money growing pains that the red ferns need to be let go am i as federal just listening that sweet pond get and
in temperate i k!ll the guy in a teleportation device lessons made get me slap happy the earing on me plans and fantas
diving boards i can rewrite artisans darb theives freakout when i step in the brains a disease don’t get alcohol
drinks the guest next fabricated ply cored these dryest lyrics my songs get dark trap bap shadowing bop
i should go to the wine celar roots wine dusty drunk with dandelions and banes a ton and metric equal who gets tar
in their tooth wardrobes wired digging with what just k!lls clean and leaves like a level panned out by my golden bullets
fans getting bated as i am grabbing my wallet and what is golden is golden thinking can get gold and dumb these written
lyrics all getting on the folder from the trip were trapeze artist needing but they never begin with a verbal contract
and i want to be devotional with a plain fill dieing young sand this k!ll traitors i getting a haters ratio
westerners have a fretting with weed bags in their underwear all bunched up like anxiety in their undies i want to scatter
let me don’t drive south i’m still living in a steers h-rn i’m a rice krispie

- krispie

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