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The Doors Mental Floss

All deserters will be shot at 5 o'clock tomorrow morning so get yourselves together and quit messing around No more nonsense! The assassination occurred

Пераклад: Дзверы. Псіхічнае Floss (Live At Вадалей тэатр, Галівуд, 1970).

All deserters will be shot at 5 o'clock tomorrow morning so get yourselves together and quit messing around No more nonsense! The assassination occurred

: All deserters will be shot at 5 o'clock tomorrow morning so get yourselves together and quit messing around No more nonsense! The assassination occurred

? Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at Now why should locs give a fuck? What? Nigga my mental's

side Jealousy inside, make 'em wish I died Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin' for Everybody's droppin' got me knockin' on heaven's door And all my

bartender all into your mental Sittin' at the bar ventures force injure More injure pretenders the inventor of plenty other dullage Your loving buzzin' at your door

streets Meet your defeat; this is my robbin hood theory... my robbin hood theory Verse two: guru I floss my rhymes like dentals, my mental's presidential

no results And you can treat your nose and still won't come close The game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts And I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss And doors