Lletres:
Clutch The Package

gardens in the fog. Nikolai reclines to dream of tarantulas. A cobblestone way shakes a fleeting carriage. It speeds along and drops a package. Blue

gardens in the fog. Nikolai reclines to dream of tarantulas. A cobblestone way shakes a fleeting carriage. It speeds along and drops a package. Blue

Why you around them cowards Why Aaliyah have to take that flight Why my nigga D ain't pull out his Ferrari Why he take that bike Why they gotta open your package

Man free! But guns were sheathed, he'd long stopped breathing. They carried him away. (No-one saw the priest scamper through the darkness, clutching at a package

of crap The underground is where I dwell at It's where I find my heaven, and where you find your hell at You're in my clutches now, you get slit up and

year One of the last remaining years Santa claus is a sniper On the roof of macy's Picking off the customers Splattering packages And miscellaneous toes

me John, I'm writing letters to the dark side of the moon tonight My lovely Jane, you went away but the pain stayed So I'm sending you a package to the

them cowards Why Aaliyah have to take that flight Why my nigga D ain't pull out his Ferrari Why he take that bike Why they gotta open your package and

cowards Why Aaliyah have to take that flight Why my nigga D ain't pull out his Ferrari Why he take that bike Why they gotta open your package and read