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Tea Party Touch

the next sold Don't try to fake it I see you shaking It doesn't mean anything Now love, don't make a sound Reach down and touch the ground Emptiness

the next sold don't try to fake it i see you shaking it doesn't mean anything now love, don't make a sound reach down and touch the ground emptiness

can relearn love The comfort of your arms around me Your tender hands caress my head I lay beside you I'm not worthy This jaded man's not who I am I touched

gets a girl okay?} {Make sure he gets a girl okay?} Your style is bitch kid, you fucked up, sound like a woman I'm not impressed when you sport mics and touch

gun charge Shit Dont leave me unguarded And ima cheese head, where the vince lambardi Word to Mark Martin leave a snitch departed All that blood like the red tea party

from a distance, across time and continents, because i have knelt before a young master in a very private tea ceremony. i watched him move, whisk, wipe, fold, touch

from a distance, across time and continents, because i have knelt before a young master in a very private tea ceremony. i watched him move, whisk, wipe, fold, touch

[Evidence] Yo the rhyme excursions touch minds like brain surgeons Feel the lyric teargas - even on clean versions No profanit goddamnit hard like granite

the targets Hate roaming cause the Black president is in office Fool the devil situation been sinking in failing If you ride with the Tea Party you stupid