playingtheangel, aikko - стильные болезни - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

I need an account on the one in case I fuck

I will jerk off on the camera with the timidity of the child and the plastic of the animatronics

Paphos oaths in the ass, fuck me forever these leeches?

Stylish diseases, fashionable dependencies, it gives in the ass if you take it on business

And Huli Fu? Open your eyes, look - in all its glory the back of love

There is no lies between us, only in a dream the stars shine

And at first, be careful studying the physics of the impossible

We can stay if you really want. Only me and you and in this house on the edge of the night

We are so clean, boring

Life is so fast, sad

I want to choose how to feel

Dying for sad music

I feel the same with others

I just don't want to deceive you

I want to steal you. Animal passion

You threw the guy like an honest whore

We lift our nose sometimes so as not to see when we come into shit

Estimate how boring this track sounded boring if we did not do so much

Fucking dirt. Yes, I'm fucking a poet

I am a model of behavior suck my verse

Poverty in the blood

I sleep with prostitutes only for love

I do not know how to relax, professional jokes for her empty sounds because we know her only the second day are already infringing on her stylish diseases and dick drawings

We are so clean, boring

Life is so fast, sad

I want to choose how to feel

Dying for sad music