Live or TV, whether tape or CD What's it all about when you sort it out, Alfie?
With your fingers on the world Hated on by most these nigga's darkened son. Did life itself pull me just journey on
Yeah rock on witcha bad self R A G E!
so now i'm sitting her thinking all day long
and only fairy tales come true
kills me with her smile
My conscience is clear
The someone you once loved so long ago so well
I believe in love
Pitk+¥t varjot tanssivat
Sometimes other ways keep calling to me
the deeper that you go
Cause Rossi goes good wit some dank over ice
You get paid to go to parties
L+ípiz, tinta
Longing for the road not taken