Teksty:
Slick Shoes Five O Grind

Binded hands and a restrained mouth Will I ever get out of this prison that I call my room And now I'm carried by my dreams As foolish as it seems, you

Binded hands and a restrained mouth. Will I ever get out of this prison that I call my room? And now I'm carried by my dreams. As foolish as it seems

but considered to be Great Great, but, like the Grape Ape Fake, the moves, and your ankles I will break Break, or broken, the M.O., has spoken Movements on the slick